I've stopped looking for you in my empty spaces.
Somehow, I always thought you'd be there—
already waiting in the places I'd fall apart,
a kind of rescue I never stopped expecting.
It didn't matter how much time passed,
I knew you'd always be the one
there in my time of need.
A white knight I trusted
always there to rescue me.
I always thought we’d find our way back
someday, somewhere, somehow—
but now I’m content to close our book.
No more bookmarks, no chapters left half-read,
no returning to the pages where you stayed
just long enough to matter,
only to leave the ending unfinished again.
I understand it now, of course—
it's a spiral,
a labyrinth I cannot map.
Every crossroad leads to you,
it doesn't matter which road I choose.
Its a spiral every time we speak.
Endless circles,
pulling us back in again
into the whirlpool
we've never been able to leave.
I feel like a fly caught in your web.
Tell me, Spider-Man,
do you ever let go of what you’ve caught?
I would've done anything just to be seen—
not just seen, but felt, known.
Just friends but I swear—
we're lovers in my mind.
Soulmates of a special kind just
caught in a spiral, stuck in a web.
Maybe I never want to unwind,
I let it get me every time.
I fly right into your web,
dive into the whirlpool again,
I spin right into the spiral.
One way or another—
it always leads to you, doesn't it?