You feed me lies like cake. They are synthetically sweet but I still can't get enough. Vanilla dreams, laced with black licorice demons. You tell me that you love me, but I can see the chocolate frosting at the corners of your mouth. This is it. I'm too full. This will be my last bite.
My last bite -
until I ask for another piece of cake.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
You feed me lies like cake. They are synthetically sweet but I still can't get enough. Vanilla dreams, laced with black licorice demons. You tell me that you love me, but I can see the chocolate frosting at the corners of your mouth. This is it. I'm too full. This will be my last bite.
My last bite -
until I ask for another piece of cake.
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