Tuesday, July 16th
To my darling ex boyfriend, whom I thought was divine but instead was a divine joke:
*It feels like ****** being shot through my addicted veins.
Like I'm on a high and I can't come down.
It feels like I'm flying above the clouds,
Through the stars and into extraterrestrial territory.
It's almost a sick feeling.
So good that I might just throw up from it.
I'm woozy and light headed but I can't help but smile
At the thought of your panic.
I've outed you.
Your secret is known to the public world now.
You've already lost at least one friend,
and now I wonder how you'll feel when you lose more.
You can call me petty if you want to;
cold-hearted, even.
But you should've known never sneak up on a Black Widow.
If you do,*
It's clear that you'll be bitten.
-The Spider
07/16/19
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 3:38 PM UTC
Tuesday, July 16th
To my darling ex boyfriend, whom I thought was divine but instead was a divine joke:
*It feels like ****** being shot through my addicted veins.
Like I'm on a high and I can't come down.
It feels like I'm flying above the clouds,
Through the stars and into extraterrestrial territory.
It's almost a sick feeling.
So good that I might just throw up from it.
I'm woozy and light headed but I can't help but smile
At the thought of your panic.
I've outed you.
Your secret is known to the public world now.
You've already lost at least one friend,
and now I wonder how you'll feel when you lose more.
You can call me petty if you want to;
cold-hearted, even.
But you should've known never sneak up on a Black Widow.
If you do,*
It's clear that you'll be bitten.
-The Spider
07/16/19
Don't mess with spiders.
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