I am here
with all the extra legs I hate,
perched above the spider web
my life has so cleverly created.
And god **** it,
I'm in an open doorway,
I'm watching the ones I love
fly this way.
While I am here
in such a perfect place
to entangle the good with the bad,
to mix the living with the prey.
Is this really a life?
Working hard
on something so strong
that can be caught in a breeze
and be gone.
I am here
with a web, and every one of you.
I want to believe in surviving
without tangles and traps,
to write to you about how I feel
without holding back.
But god **** it, I'm not Charlotte.
No warning signs from shiny thread
will make me honest.
No, no, no,
I don't want to.
I will never have enough time
to weave you a message
in some invisible writing
before this doorway is no longer mine.
-Makenzie.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 5:40 PM UTC
I am here
with all the extra legs I hate,
perched above the spider web
my life has so cleverly created.
And god **** it,
I'm in an open doorway,
I'm watching the ones I love
fly this way.
While I am here
in such a perfect place
to entangle the good with the bad,
to mix the living with the prey.
Is this really a life?
Working hard
on something so strong
that can be caught in a breeze
and be gone.
I am here
with a web, and every one of you.
I want to believe in surviving
without tangles and traps,
to write to you about how I feel
without holding back.
But god **** it, I'm not Charlotte.
No warning signs from shiny thread
will make me honest.
No, no, no,
I don't want to.
I will never have enough time
to weave you a message
in some invisible writing
before this doorway is no longer mine.
-Makenzie.