His hexing eyes
Casting spells that entrance me
I can’t fall in.
But every time he calls my name.
Every time he looks my way.
Every time he talks to me.
I get lost.
I slip back off the cliff.
I just know I will have a hard landing.
Unless magically he catches me...
He’d never. Never feel the same.
Maybe. Hope grips at my heart.
Desperately trying to rewrite my mind to think in positive scripts.
I’m supposed to be the spider. Spinning the web. Not the carcass in the web, waiting for their acceptance.
Silly stupid me. Letting him pull the strings and control me, I am not a puppet.
Yet he gets to walk my mind whenever he likes.