[AN: Okay, first off, I want to say that I've been a longtime fan of Peter and Mary Jane together, my fondness for the two dating back to Spider-Man 1's showing. But after a while, I strayed over onto the X-Men world, Rogue and Gambit rapidly becoming my obsessions (I'm pretty sure that all of the people who read my fics, if there are any, are pretty annoyed that they received an author alert, except it's me doing a Spider-Man poem. Figures! Don't worry, though; I, um… promise to update three of my stories over there as soon as exams are over? ;)).
Anyway, the point is that when I saw Spider-Man 2 a few weeks ago, my old muse was resurrected and I just had to write this. We'll just see if people can expect more MJ/Peter stories from me in the future, since they're almost to the level of my adoration for Rogue and Gambit. Heck, maybe I can even write a fic revolving on my two fave couples… nah… get your mind out of the gutter, freak! . I've rambled enough for now; as a reminder, I'm just saying that this occurs around the time in the movie when Spidey and MJ are hanging onto the web (during the aftermath of Doc Ock's attack). That's just a bittersweet scene, isn't it? Oh gosh, I'm rambling again… Enjoy! hides and lets you scroll down in peace ]
Hanging by a Thread
The night is young; the sirens blare.
Bruises etched on skin, reminding
Me of what I do and live for–
Her presence near me is blinding.
Gossamer strands, framing her face–
Her hair is a crimson halo.
My webs are breaking slowly, and
Yet I know, I still won't let go.
My words sting, like the venom that
Poisoned, cursed, and brought my life back
Why do I keep spinning this web,
Wherein I'm subject to attack?
Love is a foolish word, though its
Sensations have kept me going.
Is love really saving a train
Or basking in passion, flowing?
Time is precious; but she is more.
My mask is gone – thoughts in her head?
My fate and being's in her hands;
All this is hanging by a thread.
[AN: There, I hope you liked it even just a little...]