The web grows larger, even more tangled. I am in the center of it, though, I am the one he's holding on to. Or so I believe, and how I want to believe it.

I tore a little corner off my heart, and I poured out everything within onto his lap. It's all there in front of him. The overs and unders.

Does he need me? Or does he need anyone? Could I be one he falls in love with?

It flowered. I am still falling.