Hurried goodbyes, but not the real kind.
If this is the icing on the cake, I'll sing my mistakes.
Frosting so thick frostbite kicks me into cutting mode.
Reload, reload, we owed it to ourselves to know.
Inventive roads along the process forging each slice.
Cold and creamy, a condensed disastrous dilemma.
fight or flight.
cake or pie.
truth or lies.
or just lack of trying.
And now I'm crying because it's my party,
but the candles won't go out till the house burns down.
See, stubborn as I am there's validity in this hesitancy.
Something within me issuing a warning.
Maybe if I stand through the smoldering...
I'm sorry, were we celebrating?
because you don't seem too worried.
and I'm just an ice cream cone away from freezing.
even through the flames that continue to lick my bleeding.
it's tiring.
to hear one thing.
I know what you're saying, so show me.
Please don't send your shadow to tell me you miss me.
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