Birthday cake

Liking you, was like renting a birthday cake. It was too sweet, too good, and it's all gone and now I have to find a way to give it back.

Should I jam my fingers down my throat and show you the results of what mixed up emotions look like?

Or should I maybe paint my disappointment with an alarming color of entitlement.

My expectations are not my outcomes, they tell me to grow with this, to let this be a lesson, like I have a choice.

I don't regret my vulnerabilities here, it gave me a friendship with you, I'm not mad, I'm upset because you are just too damn good at what you do, and I am just to damn proud to have connections far and few in between.

Baby blue do not confuse this with pity, I don't want your pity, I want the understanding that humans are emotional and that you are not responsible for mine. But you already knew this, that's what makes this easy. Huh?

I do not scorn, I listen, for the memories, the metaphors, maybe the meteor that could come and change our perspectives.

That's right...this is still small, this place is bigger, our chapter was short and maybe you folded the corner at the end to revisit it one day because I know I did..

A blessing, a friendship, a side of disappointing regurgitated birthday cake, and a willingness to still care, carefully