Afraid of Spiders

The web he weaves is beautiful
attracting so much blood.
Why do I think mine is sweeter?
And that perhaps he'll stay?

Supportive of his passions
but afraid of his success.
Want him to know he’s talented
but I don't want to share.

Is there a way to balance
support and selfishness?
To tame my insecurities
not be fearful of what's next?

There is vulnerability in being
ink upon a page.
Is it worth the time
or am I digging my own grave?

So as of now I'm trying
to just enjoy the ride.
And remembering he has said
he'll never have a bride.

I'm hopeful that if nothing else
this will help me grow.
Preparing me for new relationships
only time will tell.