Your eyes seem pure, your lips and your hands as well
But your heart—the part I will not ever see
Could be a spider—a black widow maybe
Spinning a beautiful silk web to trap me
And I, a simple fly, am blinded by the sun glinting off the web.
How it makes the dangling dew drops twinkle and shine, I buzz right towards it. Now,
I’m stuck, I pull the binds and I twist
I’m stuck, I shriek for help and I cry
I’m stuck, I kneel for you and I beg
But who will save a fly from the lies of a spider so, I stay stuck—and I fall—hard.
Your words drip with enough honey to make me think you stole from queen bee, leaving her scarred
You promise me you’ll set me free
You promise me you’ll let me go
You promise me this is true love
You tell me your stories of suffering and sorrow, and I begin to feel for you
I do not see you as my deceptive captor anymore and I am starting to,
feel so much that I’m not struggling,
feel so much that I think it’s love,
feel so much that I don’t see binds
But I think the web pities me, it shows me signs of your past prey.
The bones of past flies, a reminder of how you lead them astray.
“Please, run and never ever come back
Please, run, just go as far as you can
Please, run” the discarded bones tell me
I now see the hunger in your eyes as you watch me. There’s too much,
drool on your lips, as you hold me. The grip of your hands when we touch
Foolish, I thought this was how it was done
Foolish, I really, thought you were my love
Foolish, I had caused myself to be bound
But no more, you have gone to spin more webs, to trap more like me,
To bind, break, bruise them and lie saying you will soon set them free,
I use the sharp teeth of the others to cut through my blinds
I use the arm bones of the others as hooks to climb down
I use your footsteps on the dirt to run the other way
Your eyes seemed pure, your lips and your hands as well
your heart—the part I not ever got to see
It really was a spider—a black widow
Who’d spun a beautiful silk web to trap me
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