The stage is set,
The lights outline his bones,
The tales in the glimmer of his eyes,
Lit up for everyone,
As the darkness sucks in his light.

The master of masquerades,
The mask moulds right in,
Your beautiful, they say,
A compliment to he who made the skull,
A compliment to the art.

Testaments are scribbled,
Tucked in neatly under a duvet.
He radiates warmth,
As the core goes cold.

But there goes a loud shot,
A longing for the sun,
To let the light kiss his skin,
The quilt lifts,
It's a peek-a-boo with the world,
But he doesn't intend to scare.

One big explosion,
Stars behind his eyes,
The vibrations underneath his facade,
Resonating with the galaxies.

His skin tingles,
As the cuts lay open,
Open for healing,
Open for harm.

Questions strewn,
Doubts knaw at his skin
And he knows.
Knows it's a gamble.
Feels stripped,
He wants to crawl back
But the weight's lighter,
It's like he can fly.

***

Just A Peek.

I had written one specific stanza of this poem months ago and I rediscovered it as I was going through the notes in my phone. It was actually inspired by a live performance of Louis Tomlinson, who if you haven't guessed is the love of my life lmao. Anyways, so I figured I could build a whole poem around those 4 four verses and BAM! It's not about Louis (maybe it is, I'm clueless) but just a character and maybe a tad personal too. Yes, the initial inspiration came from him but I built the rest.

The performance I had mentioned above is attached below. Check it out loves!!

Happy Reading!
-laila.