my melodramatic soul

when you look at him with eyes full of tears
and he responds with a banal 'get over it'

you realise that what you always thought
as obious reactions of the human nature
to things around them
were actually not so obvious
and that you were born (or bred)
to be melodramatic
and that not everyone is the same

and that you need similar people around you
to understand who you are

people who get incensed
about random things
cry at the drop of a hat
digress into flower verses
invoke dreams and poemsmyths and gods
at the slightest provocation

yes you need people like this around you
to understand how and why you react to things
the way you do

for without them,
you and your melodramatic soul
will forever walk
in the barren desert of banality