Everything Inbetween

Weave

I used to look into your eyes,
for inspiration.
You had a beautiful mind,
before the cobwebs formed,
and took what light I could find.

I remember the feeling
of clasping your hand in mine,
like all the cliches were true,
like the only thing
I wanted more was time.

Time to stay lost in my mind.
I still regret getting left behind.

Because the only thing
I got lost in was lies.
You weaved them,
like the spiders in your cobweb eyes.

Lies that you were mine,
but all I was doing
was wasting time.
Time I can never get back,
and still now
I waste time in my cobweb mind.