I felt about you,
how I felt about spiders,
you were precise, cunning, patient
spinning your web,
of carefully constructed lies.
You prayed on the weak.
I never quite knew who I was
always between here and there,
wanting too be firmly grounded
but with a head full of cloud,
until my wings got caught
in your skillfully spun silk.
The lies tangled in my legs,
wrapped around my neck,
until I was forced to swallow them,
wrapped in the unforgiving cocoon
and I became engulfed,
by the cunning spiders trap.
but the thing about spiders is,
there's always a spider bigger,
more cunning, more patient,
and eventually, you became caught
in your own web of lies.
