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Sep 2014
Have you ever seen a black widow spider,
On one of the many photography expeditions you took without me?
Did you notice its black shining sleek beauty while being an outsider,
And how similar someone like you and a spider could be?

Beautiful, sleek, perfect when you look at it from afar,
But if you try to get involved the venom it injects will make you regret it.
Unlike a spider, I was not warned as to how dangerous you are,
And right now I am feeling the venom from where I have been bit.

But unlike you a spider knows what common courtesy should be,
And a spider will be polite until it is provoked.
You on the other hand feel it is ok to take all of me for free,
The way you use me makes me feel like I’m being choked.

Why do you think it is ok to not speak to me at all,
And then ask me to bring you something I shouldn’t?
Why do you think 2:30 am is a good time for a phone call,
As if you knew I would answer even though I shouldn’t.

God I can only ******* imagine what you would have asked for,
If I wasn’t asleep at 2:30 am like a normal person.
And knowing myself I’d be more than willing to give it to straight from my core,
Injecting more venom into my system and making my condition worsen.

Do you have any ******* idea how much you have hurt me?
How much it killed me to see you enjoying summer while I was alone?
Every ******* picture those little ******* posted I got to see,
And I felt like our friendship was being overthrown.

Images of watching you play your guitar like you were born with it in your hands,
Flashes of getting drunk in your basement and in my room with you are flying by.
Seeing that concert together is running in my mind and discussing our favorite bands,
The times you got too close to me are in my head but that’s something you’d probably deny.

I feel like I am fading right along with my own memories,
Being replaced by prettier people and left to be considered as a convenience.
You are still taking from me to the point where I’m about to be empty,
Soon enough you’ll take the memories and life will be meaningless.
Maxine Robbins
Written by
Maxine Robbins  KSQ, PA
(KSQ, PA)   
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