I remember. "Remember what?" you may ask. I remember a fleeting time, a ship setting sail across the dead sea never to turn around in a millennium. It was 6:00 PM eastern time. That's when the hockey game started at least. I had brought someone with me. A pissant. I gently waltzed through the doors and into the stadium when we sat down in the seats. Cotton held back by a leach of manufactured rubber. Just like the fucker that was next to me. I remember it looked at me with these big pale eyes and told me that it "loved me". What a lair. It was trying to lure me into a trap. Like a mouse with some cheese and a mouse trap, I needed its nourishment. And then while I wasn't looking, when I let my guard down, pinned down, forced to look outside from the inside for my eternity. It didn't actually care about me, it just wanted my intentions. To steal them away from me in my darkest moment, the dead of my night. Killing my heart, and me along with it.

I was on the third row, semi-close to the ring. It would always get a kick out of the players hitting each other to get the puck. I thought it was just masculinity blinding the men, decked out in their bulky uniforms, probably wishing that they got paid more for being shoved around. And I was right. But, at the time, I just wanted to spend time with it. What a fool. What a motherfucking fool I was. To think, at any point in fucking time that it would care for me at all, is total bullshit. Now I just want to grab him by the throught, and fucking rip him, piece by piece. As slowy as I can, making him scream and cry and call out for his "family" with steaming hot tears to come and save him and the fucking pussy that he is.

After the game was done, it lured me into the back alley of the stadium. "Hey, I wanna show you something." it snided towards my way. I playfully ran and bounced around and away with it to the back alley where the light was reflecting a bright, burnt orange off of the tears of the sky as they fell to the cultivated mother earth. I think the angels in the sky knew what it would do and what I would become of it. We stopped eventually, soaked in the downpour of freshwater cooling the air that squeezed out our minds. "I always thought" it said very awkwardly "that it would be nice to dance with someone like you in the rain." "what are you stupid, we'll get hypothermia or catch a cold or… something like that!" I remarked with one eye raised and a smile on my face. "Yes, Yes I am stupid. You've been with me for a few months now and you didn't pick up on that?" he threw back at me, copying my facial expression. "Besides, I'm bound to get a cold at some point soon. It is fall after all, and I thought that if I were to get a cold, I would want to get one while dancing with someone I trust. Someone that tries to understand me no matter what. Someone I love." it said, entangling me in a black widows web. And to think I was any better, a common house fly to a black widow.

I danced a somber dance against the setting sun and pouring rain, entangling each other in our webs, forever bound to each other's side for the rest of humanity as the oldest soul, love spun its wicked, deceiving hand around our minds. Peeling back the layers like the shell of a pistachio nut, cracking us naked before each other. All while the sky painted the bricks a rather lovely shade of burnt orange. I will never let anyone see me naked again. I will never let anyone love me again. In the end, It only corrupts your intentions. Feeding yourself to someone else leaves you shaken and vulnerable no matter how many times you try. I would know and I'm fucking done. But nothing can break a creed. "Together forever" were those words.