That when I say
"I miss you"
what I really mean is
"It feels like someone reached inside
and took out something vital.
Not like a heart, or a brain, or a liver.
But maybe one kidney or a lung or
a spleen or something I
don't necessarily need but
it sure is hard to learn to live without."
But since you don't realize it,
I probably shouldn't tell you.
It should not be so bad to want someone.
They're interested just enough to keep you hanging, waiting and wanting. They're visible just enough to study their moods their habits, what makes them great.
Sometimes you realize too late it's a web. They never crawl over, stick their fangs in you and put an end to it. Wrapped in a cocoon, surrounded in silk, dead and buried and loving every minute of it.
Some people become acrobats not because they want to fly, but because they love to fall.
They make nets now. Real nets, made by scientists in laboratories.
You know what’s better than falling? Reciprocation.
Don’t like it? Eat me.