Poem: Lust

I love you,

More than I love myself.

Likened to a fly in a black widow’s web,

I entangle myself.

In your lust.

I obey you.

Favouring your plans.

Dismissing my own in the blink of an eye.

To keep you.

I lose myself.

I fear you,

I fear that you have blinded me.

I barely know myself anymore.

Is it me or is it us?

Who’s to trust?

In your lust,

I lose myself.

Who’s to trust?