My trust is left as fragile as a spider web, Yet, my love was as strong as a single thread, As strong as a steel girder in one of your buildings. When you hurt me, it seemed that the dark night Would never stop trembling within me. I was left to sleep outdoors with our children.
My heart lay in my chest bruised and wounded. For a while it was black and putrid with hatred. This was not the man that I knew so well, Fell in love with, happily married. No, some Evil "other" put poison into the vein to overpower. As the fang bites deeper and they secure the grip.
The bite perfected with each attempt, at first That which was only a snag of a fang held until Both fangs could drip a poisonous brew into you. Threads of the web slowly broken by her design To envenomate and poison a "forever-bound" love. She said, "Let me free you from the web.
Here, taste this."
This poem certainly says what I feel, but feel it needs to be more succinct. I may rework it to distill and refine it.