I met you thinking it was safe, I never knew your mouth was a spiderweb.

The first day I met you, your details spread like a wildfire warming my heart.

I got stuck for months in limbo, with no one there for me.

When you met me, I was a butterfly fluttering around gleefully, when you left me alone like a ghost that night, I was a moth.

All the lies I was fed, all for me to get stuck right where you want me.

You got me stuck, alone, scared for the future.

I fought for it to work, for me to get out without scrapes.

You ate me, you ate my soul.

I lost myself in the web and found all the others that had fallen in your lies.

Your venom wasn’t poison but your sticky web was.

It took me century’s to get out of your strategically built web.