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For the Skeptical

For the Skeptical

Sarah Ikonomi

Because a smile sinks on my mouth every time I see you and it seems to deliberately suffocate me too My smile starts to look less satisfied and more misunderstood appearing how I imagine a melancholy child would The smile sinks on my lips intruding further down and drowning out any reminisce of pleasant sounds

I look into your debilitating eyes and see them shine remembering how my eyes should respond at the thought of you being mine But, your eyes only reflect my lonely image directly back and the girl I see staring makes my soul want to crack All I can see is the the image of love and despair and it is a sight so cruel it can not be compared

I love you I whisper in your ear passionately but the words burn and come out like a mournful plea You whisper back with your voice so beautifully devastating and it is a sound I am eager to hear when I feel my heart hesitating

You look at me with a glance that is far too calamitous while you voice makes advances that are burning and amourouse The closer you get the more I need you to stay even if your sight is only comforting in a catastrophically damaging way The deeper you look the farther you see my truth, that I am only a desolate being yearning for the joyful assurance of my youth

I want to stay in your arms forever but your observant eyes are too clever I feel my unordinary smile admitting my insecurity of only being loved because other took pity

I want to love myself as much as I love your ethereal presence even if that means leaving my heart with only a trace of your essence

I look into your eyes and see my reflection But the difference is now I do not see my imperfections All I see is a girl who is about to have a resurrection.

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