Diaphanous | poetry ✓

Clash

clash: to not match or look nice together
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tell me how's it fair

to change glowing phases of myself for you

for a better fit or match

accepting ridiculous theologies just so you grew up with it

traits like red flames and earthy ground

to remember those foreign references, deviant philosophy

only to please you at the romantic date

isn't it the mutual, enriching way

you talk about colourful flowers, picasso art to me

of satin silk or victorian history

am i just a pretty face to look at

or is there any strange depth of mine, you would ever like to display

you call me unselfish moth of sunshine

a girl lot different than others

is it because i can't voice my own feelings

cooped up under high walls, away from outer edge

which something i never asked for

to let you whirl me around silently

to look up after your pleasures

tell me how's it acceptable

that you woo other charming ladies, with me standing beside you

where my friendly smile to someone else make you rage

the only jealous pain making me shattered

i cry, out of control

not because of this unfairness

because the only man i ever loved

doesn't get what i have been feeling all this time

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