This poem demostrates how outside influence can alter your existence...
Seventeen in a half years we shared a life unleveled through outsde influence,
then along came a spider with a web of deceit and altered both our destinies.
The relationship had been severed, the damage had been done, I shook hands with the devil and the devil won.
I tried to balance the equation with courage to no avail, the sting from that old spider was all that prevailed.
The wound was deep, vicious, and cut right through the bone, before I could undue the damage the web had been spun, only thing left was a shadow from that old black widow.
The winds of time consumed us, years compounded the pain, yet what hurt most of all was the agony in the shame.
I let that old black widow in under false pretense of being a friend, blinded by that illusion there was no way I could win.
She trampled on my affection and twisted yours to perfection, I must give that old spider a round of applause, we didn't even have to pull straws.
I went to drastic measures to repair the damage done, at times my soul cried out uncontrollably, devoured by the rage within me.
My days were hard and long each moment you were gone, yet the years have rendered unto me a relentless renewal of my serenity.
Now I completely understand occasionally we have to accept temporary defeat, but that doesn't mean the serpent has you beat.
When our emotions border on a oneway street, the wall at the end separates you from me, yet on those occasions when I reminisce, I think about all the moments in life we missed.
I think about your laugh, your smile and embrace, the joy of days, years gone by, all the questions and the thoughts of why?
But I know in my heart you will always be the greater portion of me and I will love you throughout eternity.