Melodrama

Picking up pieces
That weren’t there before
Believing in dystopia
And ancient lore
Forgetting yourself
Amidst everything new
Accepting reconciliation
Without a clue
Stepping into the dark
Making silhouettes
Scared of tumbling
Or of getting hit
Still looking for that door
Across the room
Looking for photons
Is the result of you
Thinking of hurt
Embracing the pain
Loving the sunlight
Waiting for rain
Being unable to decide
What I want more
Cannot pinpoint
What I can’t adore
Wishing to stay
While keep walking
Trying to speak
When I am talking
Doing all
And yet holding back
Loving white
Understanding black
In this and that
From ground
To the sky
You made me question
You asked me why
You held me close
And kept me at bay
If I still can’t love
Then there isn’t
Another way
Above the gardens of desires and beyond the horizon of nostalgic lies, I am someone trying to fluently rise.