Part of me will never forgive myself
for not following through on the promise I made to you
But another part
knows that you wanted me too
Forced me to
Part of my brain was already on the way to the store
to get cupcake making supplies
when the other part of me,
remembered that you don’t have a sweet tooth
Unless the cupcake was laced with misery,
there was no way you would sink your teeth into it
I wonder why you had wanted confetti cake
when all you know is grey
I wonder if you were hoping that I could bake some color
back into your throat
so that your own voice
mattered to you again
I convince myself that things are better this way
but it is like wishing on a cake the day after your birthday
Forced and futile
though appreciating the sentiments.
I would have given you the universe baked deep
inside of the cupcakes that were my proof that I could be worthy
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Part of me will never forgive myself
for not following through on the promise I made to you
But another part
knows that you wanted me too
Forced me to
Part of my brain was already on the way to the store
to get cupcake making supplies
when the other part of me,
remembered that you don’t have a sweet tooth
Unless the cupcake was laced with misery,
there was no way you would sink your teeth into it
I wonder why you had wanted confetti cake
when all you know is grey
I wonder if you were hoping that I could bake some color
back into your throat
so that your own voice
mattered to you again
I convince myself that things are better this way
but it is like wishing on a cake the day after your birthday
Forced and futile
though appreciating the sentiments.
I would have given you the universe baked deep
inside of the cupcakes that were my proof that I could be worthy
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