It’s strange to feel attraction when you’re in love.
You deny the feeling is there,
a stomach ache,
the dizziness is obviously just fatigue.
But then it festers,
and you realize that you hunger.
Your appetite consumes daily life,
and becomes blinded.
He was a spider,
all legs and arms and torso.
A pen and paper kind of soul,
a quest that I could have pursued anywhere.
A wandering arachnid,
hiding in the corner.
I can admit that I am immune to this hunger,
but at times it still consumes like a cancer.