He calls me baby like it means something.
at least, he used to.
would he still hold my head against his chest and rest his chin atop my hair? would he still look at me like I meant something to him? if the situation presented itself, would he cry again? He broke down, but now his pieces are all hidden under the rug. he swept them under there when I wasn't looking. now I just hear "crunch crunch crunch" while he ignores the tell-tale sounds.
I don't walk over him. I walk around him, gradually closing the circle. hoping he doesn't notice me inch closer and closer. he does. he always does. and then I'm on the edge again, wondering how anyone can ever get inside.
Is this important because I can't have it?
Doesn't he know that the easiest way to get rid of me is to give in and just let me get bored?
The more he struggles, the stronger I want him.
I am the web and he is the fly. He writhes and I encase him further. The question is, who will win? Will he break free or will I completely restrain him? What if I'm wrong? What if I am the fly and he is a spider-less web? I'd be caught with no purpose, just left to rot and wither.
Neither of these appeals much to me.
What was that about power?
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