westid

watching how the feeling betrayed for the sake of the outward image portrayed. there’s an essential need within you to come on strong and make sure absolutely no sign of weakness can ever be displayed. but i pull the strings that tied to you, i can make you anything i want you to. what is control, or when you give me the honour of playing that role, if there’s nothing there for that pride to keep an eager handle on and so eloquently shade away what goes on inside

i’ve seen within you, and there is no way you can cover up the real thing that lurks in there, in your heart somewhere. this beautiful and sensitive presence of being, that it matters to you so much that you don’t think you would be able to handle me seeing. every sensation you have thrown at me betrays the elation you feel coming near me, i never set out to get in your head, but that being said, i never mentioned that i wouldn’t pretend to ignore what presence you’re wishing could be someone like me instead. it’s not easy letting the stone cold light of day pour in onto your heart, and it’s not always possible to make sure no one sees that this beautiful soul is spinning round until the sky falls down, i don’t know what it is but it’s tearing you apart

i see such a beautiful pleasant vibrant being, resonating from you in everything you like to project – even though it wouldn’t appear so, there’s still an heart in there, crying out somewhere – it can be hard to let down your guard and acknowledge that you care, since if i was to see right through like you wouldn’t want me to; would i be a fool if i dare, to carefully observe and identify who really inhabits the disguise you wear. even though we both know what’s going on, you keep calm and carry it all just to maintain the dignity, such a cumbersome burden you would never speak of, even though it would feel so good to be able to share, even though someone like me can already see, stubborn in that you would gladly bear – and carry around spitefully with you everywhere

you might be able to fool him because he can’t tell good or evil apart, or hold it against you however hard you set out to break his heart. but he has the second sight that should be keeping you awake at night if you’re so determined to fight your feelings and pretend that they can be wished away. no matter how your particular guise seeks to deny, arising from a need to show yourself to succeed, yet still you feed on whatever you think you accomplish when you proceed and go on as planned. the ground beneath your feet as you stand in his gaze will turn to quicksand, and devour you whole as you try to pull yourself out of the real role you play that makes you betray the feelings inside you, that you can’t hide anyway, because they live inside you and that’s what you feel when you give yourself so uncontrollably away, there’s nothing you can do, it’s shining through every thing you do