I can't believe,
I once craved for someone's attention.
I walked into their offices,
And they walked out for their lunch breaks.
I waited for their texts and phone calls,
As they deleted my number.
Yet my priorities were in my call log.
I take the crown of stupidity and place it on my head.
entered the upstairs library,
The flickers of remembrance
softly stroked her hair,
Until the dousing of
the final candle
to dance at her funeral party.
like a half baked loaf of bread,
love still rising in the oven,
the warmth helps you grow.
You, a typical loaf oblivious to the hugging heat.
Doughy and innocent I wait.
Heat forming and falling.
I feel like butter melting by the stove
patiently awaiting a slice of you.