He Is My Spider A

And who should I love more,
A man I have never met,
Or myself?
Does it matter to him,
Either course I take?
He has never seen me
And it is better that way

If we were to meet,
We would no longer feel
The beauty of mystery

He is not a guardian angel
He is not a valiant warrior
He is not a prince charming
And it is clear now
That I have fallen deeply
In love with his mind
And the trail of fire his pencil leaves
As each stroke is made purely
Out of madness and spite

And it tears me apart
Knowing he will only be in dreams
Where I cannot feel
And that I’d soon wake up
To a world without him
And life would be as it was,
Merely an empty page