It gets between
your heart beats,

and then they
beat out
of tune.

the rust of
stupid hearts
and dreams that
you dreamed
would forever
come true.

but you never
truly gave
your self to
those dreams.

and now
the rust holds
you in place,
to hang in the
same familiar
moment too
long like a fly
waiting for
the spider's
final verdict
in a web.

talk to her
now she
is only 23.

but she will
be the same
at 33 or someday
43 lying in
her bed.

telling the same
old lies
moaning the
same old
regrets.

welcoming
the next warm
body to
"love her".

sad.

she never wanted
more.

she never
walked for
a moment

on love's  two
way street,

so let
the spider
dine alone...

if only
she would
of ever
fallen
in love
for a
single moment,

perhaps that
would of made
all the
difference

in the
world...