i pour my feelings for him
into cake batter
stir for thirty second
slide it into the oven
and let it rise
when it comes out
it smells like sugar and spice
and everything nice that i want but cannot have
so i stuffed it down
i swallow memories whole
hope they don't find their way back again
my stomach is starting hurts
maybe that's just the ache from my gut
from all this longing
i've never been able to tell the difference
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
i pour my feelings for him
into cake batter
stir for thirty second
slide it into the oven
and let it rise
when it comes out
it smells like sugar and spice
and everything nice that i want but cannot have
so i stuffed it down
i swallow memories whole
hope they don't find their way back again
my stomach is starting hurts
maybe that's just the ache from my gut
from all this longing
i've never been able to tell the difference
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