She'll touch gently with her words
And nurture all your sick fantasies.
She offers you bait and claims
to understand what's on your mind.

It seems this friend is unconditional.
But her time is spent on us for reasons cold.
She senses the pain on how we were alone.
In the end she wove an ironclad web.

And trapped we scream to this widow
Begging for her spindled embrace.
In the end we couldn't see that her kindness,
Wrought from desperation,
Was the cast that hooked our lonely hearts.

Perhaps I'm a coward or a shallow,
But let me be hung out to darken and twist.
Then spend my golden thread of time,
With someone I did not love.