I had made some special plans for us.
I even went ahead and booked my heart in advance.  It would be empty,  waiting.  
I told you that my most fatal character flaw was my habit of pushing my luck.  
Had I known that pulsing beneath the surface of your chest lie an ego fueled beast of cold, cruel anger,  I might have held back.
But I, I don't blame you.  No,  on the contrary, I feel the weight of my poorest choices of words.
Perhaps If I had not pried myself from your web I'd still be trapped there in your trance waiting for the day that you finally decide that I was tasty enough to devour.
Yet,  you'd merely tease me with that sweet death.  And I,  just like you,  am filled with greed. Give me what it is I want.  Allow me to martyr my body on the alter of your flesh.
I could not wait any longer.  An undecided spider surely will not go without dinner,  will she?
But I am no longer on the menu.
And all your hatred could not bring me back.  
Such a sad ending for those of us that Still allow such weakness to creep in.  Haunting reminders of beautiful possibilities. Never to be.