You always treated me like I was the only one,
your eyes were almost only for me,
your touch was made for my skin,
your words and sweet " I love you"s were only for my ears.
Then I woke up one day in this tangled web of lies where I was simply a prey you trapped far from the others,
not meant for you to devour,
rather you savored me and tasted me and prolonged the process simply to torture me.
The scariest part about webs is how many lines, crevices, and corners it makes.
Anything, or anyone, can hide anywhere,
which is why I never saw the other girls you treated the same way you treated me.
See, while you tangled me into your web of lies and mistrust,
I was too busy spinning some things of my own,
but for you.
All the pain and sorrow you carried and couldn't bare,
I took it,
and I spun it into a beautiful dress so I could wear it for you instead.
I wanted to lift your burden so desperately,
and because of that,
you found your way to someone who had no pain,
no suffering,
and you were so much lighter then,
but not because of doing of your own,
but because I allowed myself to drown so you could finally float.
