and my feels don't seem to matter
i'm just as irrelevant as cake batter
you'd only want me when i'm out of the heat
out of the oven, till i reach defeat
when outside, pretty and gentle
when inside, witty and mental
when i treat you
like i'd ever love me too
the cake batter to my life is already burnt
i'm never bothered to wonder why you that you haven't learnt
'thy my dear
once you've seen why i stay here
my girl, my frosting
your fake, oven-warmth is quite exhausting.
© zeldah ♡, made with love.