For: Cris, because she's my favorite doof and I love her so. :-*
I see you.
Parts of your soul that reflect in your eyes, that no one really sees. I see you when you're weak, when everyone else thinks you're this unbreakable thing, I see you for the vulnerable person you can be. You're so strong, always there saving the day, but I see it in your eyes. You can be weak too. You can fall, you can bleed, you can hurt like the rest of us. You don't do it often, afraid of what people will think when they see you as this thing that can hurt just as much as them, if not more.
You worry about failing. I've seen it in your eyes. Pain tries to hide behind those forest green eyes of yours, and you usually do such a good job; but there are those times where you fail to cover the pain, the fear, the doubt.
You're perceived as some hero. And I suppose in ways, you are. You've saved me so many times. In more ways than one. You hold me close when I'm scared. You smile when I'm down, knowing I can't resist that smile. You look into my eyes and force me to face things. But you do so much more. You saved me from Sean. You punched your way through that block of ice to free me. You dug through dirt and ground to get me out of that coffin.
But no one gets to save you.
You don't have that hero. You're the hero that has to help people and never show vulnerability. Don't you get tired? Don't you just get so tired that you want to lay down? I would hold you. I would let you lean against me. I would brush the hair out of your eyes and let you sleep as long as you needed. I could be your hero.
I'd take so good care of you. Chase away the things that cause you pain, help you see you're so much more than the "invincible" person, Lana Lang perceives you as. I'd just let you be who you are, and I wouldn't expect some sort of expectations from you. I'd just let you be true to yourself, you wouldn't have to lie to me.
But you do anyway. You lie. You lie to everyone. Don't you get lonely with all the lies you tell? You can't let people see who you really are. Being truthful to even yourself, is something that you can't do. You worry about the reactions. The trouble it would cause. The way we would get hurt. You care so much, look out for people, but you never look out for yourself. You don't worry about yourself, it's about everyone else.
I'd worry about you.
I do that anyway.
I want to be your everything. But I'll always be second best. Even though I am there for you when you fall, I am second best. I'm there to ground you, and I'm second best. I'm there giving you the chance to tell me your secret with no judgment, and I'm second best. I'm pushing aside my pain to be there for you, and I'm second best.
I'm second best because not loving Lana Lang is hard for you. Because it means letting go of your dreams. For once in your life, being real. You're scared. You don't know how to go through the motions of not living a lie. And that is what you are living. A lie. So many lies. Pete sees you through the lies, because he knows your secret. But not even he can help you realize the longer you keep this facade up, the harder you will fall. I see that. I always do, of course.
If you loved me, opened your heart to me, you're entering unguarded territory.
Because for once, you would have to let someone catch you.
Has someone ever caught you? My dad told me that you should never fall for someone who can't catch you. Who can't grasp onto you and never let you fall down to that cold, hard ground. The ground that is covered in thorns, that would dig into your tough skin and make you feel more pain than you already do.
I'd catch you.
But you're afraid.
You think no one can see that.
But I see you.