HeLlO mY NaMe iS...

HeLlO mY NaMe iS...

Sunday, August 14, 2016

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

And I used to think she was beautiful. Wanted to make her proud.
But now all I see are the demons inside her.
Her hateful gaze, igniting every single cell of my being on fire.
Her strong legs, her flying hair, her cruel words slithering in my mind.
I was entranced by her delicate, intricate web. How it seemed to sparkle in the dark.
And just like that, she killed me.
Sank her fangs into my fragile soul.
Sucked every ounce of hope, the fierce love I had, and all that was inside of me, right out.
Laughing while she did it.
Her beauty is nothing now. I'm tired of trying to make her proud.
When her name is spoken, I feel like dying inside.
She makes me feel like dying.

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