The kitchen of despair

I still remember what you did,

The continuous pain of loving you. 

You never understood me, you open lid.

The lid of a jar to satisfy loneliness I felt too.

But I still hung on for ages

Crossing a kitchen filled with beautiful pastries 

Yet I stuck onto you even though I was stuck in a cage

I should've eaten since they looked tasty

But I loved you, even when you wanted others. 

Now I dwell in the cage of loneliness

Wishing you didn't grasp for future mothers

Remembering you wanted to make one of me too.


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