2022.01.17.
Diva
Finally found an excuse, taking the chance while I am tipsy,to express all the feelings in my heart.
Loneliness gradually get stronger, silence remains at the corner of the dance floor.
The more or less you said,
Makes one feel more restless.
Whose overindulgence was it? Who will let themselves out?
In the end it will still be me.
My foot are dangling in the air, wandering in between your unfeeling enthusiasm.
I still have to accept that you usurped me with a smile.
I am jealous of your menacing love,
just like a super popular diva.
What you want isn’t me, but a kind of vanity.
To look outstanding when someone cares for you.
I fell into a violently blind tolerance,
for the sake of the pampered diva.
If love is only left with temptations, or tolerance for each other.
Let’s stop tormenting each other,
because we are both in the wrong.
Push away the pale hands as well as the graying promise.
No matter how stricken you are,
stop calling out to me, it is a deadly vulnerability to be soft-hearted.
I obviously know, yet desperately devote myself to you
I am jealous of your menacing love,
just like a super popular diva.
What you want isn’t me, but a kind of vanity.
To look outstanding when someone cares for you.
I fell into a violently blind tolerance,
for the sake of the pampered diva.
If love is only left with temptations, or tolerance for each other.
Let’s stop tormenting each other,
because we are both in the wrong.
If one day love is no longer bewitched,
enough to see clearly from right and wrong.
Till that day, in my heart,
you will no longer be sing praises of, or treated like a diva.
It will never be me again.