My life trickles down your spiderweb
And I'm always told it's all in my head
When I'm in your bed
And I feel I should be elsewhere instead,
But the monster inside you must be fed
You're creeping and crawling
My arms and legs are sprawling
Out just for you my darling
All I ask for is a warning,
I guess I'll see you in the morning
How much more of me can you take
While I wonder if this is all a mistake
But you don't give my poor head a break
So I wonder if I'm even awake,
Is all the attention fake
It's a dangerous game to play with a spider
But my mom taught me to always carry a lighter
So I torched the web
Let you be
Now I'm free
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She Felt Like Home
PoetryOriginal Poetry Collection: We don't get to choose who we love, or when we stop loving those who don't treat our hearts quite right. And sometimes, we don't get to change the fact that even if they weren't the one they still felt like home. And it's...
