I had made some special plans for us.
I even went ahead and booked my heart in advance. It would be empty, waiting.
I told you that my most fatal character flaw was my habit of pushing my luck.
Had I known that pulsing beneath the surface of your chest lie an ego fueled beast of cold, cruel anger, I might have held back.
But I, I don't blame you. No, on the contrary, I feel the weight of my poorest choices of words.
Perhaps If I had not pried myself from your web I'd still be trapped there in your trance waiting for the day that you finally decide that I was tasty enough to devour.
Yet, you'd merely tease me with that sweet death. And I, just like you, am filled with greed. Give me what it is I want. Allow me to martyr my body on the alter of your flesh.
I could not wait any longer. An undecided spider surely will not go without dinner, will she?
But I am no longer on the menu.
And all your hatred could not bring me back.
Such a sad ending for those of us that Still allow such weakness to creep in. Haunting reminders of beautiful possibilities. Never to be.