with you…
I honestly struggle to fib…even dipping my finger in the pot of half-truths is unlikely.
with you…
Your eyes are a truth serum of which I have been inoculated with.
I cannot even grasp the idea of not telling you what’s on my mind.
Maybe I’m whipped? A common case of being infatuated…or simply because I am in love… Whichever so, with you my emotions grow, my pupils dilate and I’m left gasping for breath…
With you I’m bearing my heart on my chest, for you to see…
Since seeing is believing.
Though I don’t believe you see me as I see you.
I must be blinded…by a masquerade temptress of love.
Pull the strings!
Lure me in, as any other has been and take me.
Make me dance with your tongue of deception.
Your eyes, the two way mirror between truth and amusement.
Oh and it pains me…the sweetest laughter with the foulest of after tastes…
After shocks…
because with you…
my whole mind-set rocks back and forth like a pendulum, never to stop.
Your so called truths and whole lies have chiselled their way through
“my wall”, my comfort-zone, and left me weeping
tell me what’s real.
And what’s the difference with what you’ve been telling me.
The truth.
A hard pill to swallow, but relief!
The oh so sweet relief clutching at and sinking its claws into my chest…
To rip what once was hers for the taking.
.... a simple complication with a sad story.