Love as a Spider

I learned it the hard way:

Through my friend’s broken hearts,

And my mum’s distrust in love.

Love is a pathetic road

You choose to take when you don’t mind

Being exposed to the unbearable pain of heartbreak.

But even then —

When you’re trapped inside the waves of a storm

Created by your tears and shouts during a fight — you’re still not strong enough to bear it.

For all, he cares you could be riding on a dead-end street

Along with a ghost town reserved for teamed up teenagers

Seeking refuge from their thoughts stringed of alcohol and their lover’s names.

There will always be this dilemma whether you should

Untangle yourself from the string of his charming words

Or stay trapped in a web of spider-venomed feelings, that will never do any good.

You imagine what it would be like to work for NASA or learn

How kaleidoscopes are made.

You depend on your parent’s money

And your fiber-filled body that cannot hold down

Any solid food anymore reminds you of

How you were when you realized you loved him.

In a land of signs and sentiments

That has no sentimental value

Is a hopeless world that proves happiness cannot survive

Without the slightest trace of sadness.

Or is it the other way around?

Sadness cannot survive without the slightest trace of happiness.

Happiness cannot exist without the slightest existence of sadness.

Whatever you decide it is,

I wish you freedom from the toxic spider wrapping you in its dark web.

And trust me on this, no matter how much cure you have in your hands, the spider always has to feed.