Every now and again someone strolls through your life who has a keen eye for you and tells you of great futures and treats you with gifts and jokes. You fall in love or at least like you give that someone a chance and you are struck blind. Patterns develop and you live your illusion.
I love you... I love you too.
Months pass and every meeting ends in tears of sadness or frustration. You feel choked you can't be yourself you are playing a role of another. They spin you more tales and give you gifts that make you smile again until the roses fade and petals drop. The happiness that they see is fake its false you only find shelter alone in your room.
Getting away is difficult and the separation seems agonizing to think of... but then... A moment of clarity in separation. Your mind calm analyses the web. A web full of patterns, memories, flowers and gifts. Disillusioned you come to your senses you can't stay in a web you escaped a cage just to run into a web. A web that promises so much yet will only give a little. Promises to fix the broken pieces but it's been said too many times.
One more chance...
...but...the web...
But I love you.
No words can pass from your lips. You can't agree on their level it's unfair..
I can't. Is all you can muster.
I can't...
