A spider’s web,
So beautiful,
So intricate.
A work of art,
Worthy of admiration.
A spider’s web,
So evil,
So restrictive.
A prison,
Worthy of the innocent.
The spider itself,
Running on instinct,
Never realizing how much they torture their victims.
Yet, how enticing they make their webs,
Seduction, trust, desire.
Bugs don’t realize what they’re getting into
Before they get trapped.
Stuck, unable to move, forced into torture.
Abused physically, mentally, forced to love.
But we accept the love we think we deserve.
We deserve this pain, they love us.
Draining the life out of me,
They only do it because they love us.
They don’t mean it.
The bruises on my mind and on my body are love wounds.
My heart only beats for them,
I am loyal to my spider.
He abuses me because he loves me,
Because he doesn't know better.
Then the spider kills its prey,
The truest sign of love.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
A spider’s web,
So beautiful,
So intricate.
A work of art,
Worthy of admiration.
A spider’s web,
So evil,
So restrictive.
A prison,
Worthy of the innocent.
The spider itself,
Running on instinct,
Never realizing how much they torture their victims.
Yet, how enticing they make their webs,
Seduction, trust, desire.
Bugs don’t realize what they’re getting into
Before they get trapped.
Stuck, unable to move, forced into torture.
Abused physically, mentally, forced to love.
But we accept the love we think we deserve.
We deserve this pain, they love us.
Draining the life out of me,
They only do it because they love us.
They don’t mean it.
The bruises on my mind and on my body are love wounds.
My heart only beats for them,
I am loyal to my spider.
He abuses me because he loves me,
Because he doesn't know better.
Then the spider kills its prey,
The truest sign of love.
About abusive relationships.
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