Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Spiders

I remember as if it was yesterday, when you held my hand and held my heart. You promised you will never let go, and you swore lies never danced off your tongue.

Your hands were like spiders, crawling around my waist and down my thighs; baby, didn't you know that spiders haunted my dreams? You didn't know much.

You spoke of freedom and love and life, but you made it all up to catch me in your web, to catch me in your lies. You knew nothing of love but you liked to pretend, and the freedom you swore was an excuse for the sea.

The life inside you was not life at all, it was as dead as a corpse and blackened, you whore. But now it's tomorrow and I can stop with these games of pretending to love you, I danced with lies too.

- 2009

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