Its frustrating to me
That a man can hold so much power
And make me feel so small
And yet... loved.
The delicate play
Of manipulation
Held me in an intricate web
Of control.
I don't miss
Waiting in his web of lies
And manipulation.
Wondering if I was good enough,
Tasty enough
For his delicate and dominating sensibilities.
If I didn't fit his fancy
He'd find another
To prey upon.
Keeping me at the center
Of his web
Waiting,
Claiming,
I was his admired,
Beloved.
I was adored
And should be elated.
I saw the freedom
Of this resilient spider-
All of his eyes looking thirsty.
Here I am-
the main delight,
Waiting in his nest.
Funny how he went out searching for more
When I've been here,
Waiting for him to feast.