Don't call me baby cakes

Don't call me your baby cakes
Don't tell me I look Great
Don't tell me that I'm the only one for you
When it's only semi straightforward,
like your pants since the day we met
 
Don't tell me my ass looks tight to get out of a fight
Don't tell me not to finish a whole box of a wine in one night
I feel the need to sit and binge watch parenthood and do the ugly cry
 
Don't trust me because I only partially trust you
Don't scream when I request blunt alibies  
Don't suggest you're done with my bull shit
Baby cakes you're mine until the fucking end
 
I really want you to know
 
I love you