INTJ

You are like a little spider
That I have become friends with
My hands too large for you to bite me
So you live with my company

and

You seem content nibbling
on the occasional gnats
that land in your silk
refrigerator.

I'm like an uncomfortable wind
rearranging your carefully concocted
web but over time you accept my
breath as a necessary reminder
that you are loved

It seems I'll fall forever without
ever crashing into the concrete reality

and

As I inch closer to hell
I'll be well since
I have you to tell

"hello love."