a/n: This is a response to the poem: The lying butterfly
Spiderweb:
I
love you. It's too simple, let me lay you down, on a cool white surface trapped in the wind. It's a well knit plan but I didn't think it'd go either way because. I love you. Oh no, I'm the one to lie down first, trapped within your grasp and your hug and your hands. Guilt and deceit pressed into us by the wind. I need you. But is that it? Is my web that entangles us nothing but hate? Do I wish you were dead so I could live and love again? Or die because that's what I want when I was with him. I love you. I don't replace your brother, my intentions are in your hands as you drag me to you and all that sadness that laughter blown away but we're wrapped in this web now...I deserve it, and like a fly you don't, only spreading some sort of sickness this love through my vains, A pointless disease and emotion...what is that? I want you...We're snug in tightly now. But there's no spider to live off of us ...We're all alone loveless, trapped in my plan and there's nothing outside...that matters more to me
than you.