Rosētum

Sway.

Standing in the balcony, swaying alone to the music no one else likes but me, swaying to my own music, swaying with my empty, invisible soul.

The wind hits my face and my hair floats for a minute, the breeze tickles my face, forcing me to smile.

I let my hair loose as I turn up the music, so loud, so visible, sending waves of euphoria that numb my mind sweetly.

I sing along to the song as the sun rises, and the lyrics that belonged to me don't belong to me anymore, I hold myself as I sing, sing in pain, pain of loss, pain of not understanding what got me here, pain of not understanding what I did wrong.

The song fades away as it nears it's end, and the sun shines completely, illuminating my face, making the tears that were concealed by the darkness of the night as visible as the clouds that form on a rainy day, I'm still holding myself.

The song has ended, but I'm still singing.

The lyrics have faded, but I'm still singing.

Swaying alone as I hold my fragile, broken soul.

Reminding myself that one day, I used to dance merrily to this song, and the sun did shine, but it highlighted the smile that used to be plastered on my face, reminding myself that the lyrics were once for me, reminding myself that this song was so sweet, reminding myself that the lyrics were never about you, but now they are.

I keep swaying and swaying and the sound of my muffled singing gets louder and louder, till I fall on the floor, and the world gets silent. So silent, the sun's light dimmed, till it was no longer there, and the tears dried, but not the ones inside of me, the ones inside of me were those of a violent waterfall, I close my eyes as I let the concrete floor embrace my frail body.

Why did you steal my song?

Why did you paralyze my feet, my feet that used to dance gingerly like a free bird?

I will never know.