Modern Romanticism

Let me stick
to the side to the coin
you don’t commit me to.

You fill in your gaps,
lost under the burial
of all your harmonies,
from above.

What you’re accustomed to
never gets denied.

I never see it,
just as you don’t see me
in the place I want to be,
because all you see
is what you won’t tend to
in the absence of sunlight.

What you wish to see
is all that stands out
in the highlights.

A thing to believe in,
a thing that isn’t better,
isn’t even your choice,
but it is your escape.

In my arms,
you see something.
You see someone else
who doesn’t deprive you
of what you require,
though all you’ll admire
is all that ended.

The world is one big maze,
as you know your way
to become lost.