Sometimes I fear that when I open my mouth spiders will herd themselves out.
Each one carrying a bulbous body filled to the brim with all the things I have said or did-
I love you?
Did I really mean it when those three words fell from my lips like an arachnid that's lots it's grip on the web that it wove with its own silk.
I am a nest.
One that is home to the foulest of creatures that bare poison-pricked fangs only to ward off a sweet soul like you.
I loved you.
And I mean that with as much consideration as you will allow yourself...