Trust

Bitter Jealousy

A simple person should not make me feel this way,
We are all different, that's what they say.
When I hear her name echoed from his lips,
I can't help but cringe.
Ablazing with fury,
Becoming irate,
Setting aflame the calm pastures in my head,
Kerosene oil dancing around my thoughts,
Just sitting there,
Teasing me.

The match is lit.
My heart is heavy.
The pasture damp.
The match is steady.
With a thud it drops.
I'm on my knees.
Trying to escape,
This bitter jealousy.

She is her.
I am me.
But why can't I stop this bitter deed.
My rainbow is dim,
But her own is bright,
It reminds me of why I can simply ignite.
My soul cries out,
to be like her,
Her smile, her hair, her figure, her eyes.

Would you love me for me although I'm not her in disguise?

I just wanna be loved and dispose of these thoughts,
Loved for my smile or my laugh or my hair or my eyes.
By firstly loving me for me,
And remembering that that is the key,
To prevent my glistening eyes.

I want to extinguish the flame,
And start anew,
Planting new pastures that are fireproof.
Pastures with flowers that blossom and bloom,
Recognizing my rainbow may be different, but cool.

Yes she is her, and I am me.
But I'm different and that's what makes me,
Me.