Funny how the world works | anthology

Spider and fly

I remember the day we drifted
The nasty fight, the lies you sit in
I realize now.. that you fed on my agony
The pure rage inside of me, the sadness, the hurt boiling inside of me

Those were the days

Where I fed you with these components
I fell into your trap
And you spun me like a spider would to a fly

You spun everybody into your web
The web of lies
Except for this time
I was the enemy

You made it seem as if you were innocent
A victim of the madness
When really
You create your own enemies
Your own drama

You like it
You hunger for it
You endorse in it willingly

The illusion you put out does not effect me
For I have seen through the prism
And I've shielded myself from your glare

You were the porcelain doll at an antique shop that everybody wanted, but was too fragile to touch. For if anybody touched you, you would shatter Into a million pieces never to be fixed again

And somehow.. I got you..
not all antiques are worth it..
and you, my dear? I've put you back on the shelf, where I should've kept you

I never should have fell for the image
Your front that you have put up ever so carefully

For I think, maybe if I would have never fell for it, and picked up your porcelain image like it was truly you, maybe

Just maybe

Would this web have never been spun

And this web of lies

Would not have won