I Can’t Be Vulnerable Like A Flower

I can’t hear your cry in agony

That might be reminiscent of your helplessness,

For, there is noise all around,

From those who never care for anyone’s distress;

I can’t see the grace on your beautiful face

That might remind me of the dreamy Angels,

As my eyes are ever moved by the sparkling

From the faces that are dressed with the cosmetics;

I can’t know the love in you for me,

No matter whatever I do and whoever I am,

As the image about you in our relationship

Has made me ever possessive of your fame;

I know, to be sensitive is to be vulnerable

And vulnerability implies being unprotected;

But I have always tried to be safe and free of risks,

Which is why I am fearful of being condemned;

Sorry, I must admit that I am so insensitive

Since the waves of my feelings are devoid of ripples;

I can never be vulnerable like a beautiful flower,

Where even the breeze can’t dismantle its slender petals.