By Cosette
Date: 19 September 1999
26 candles
for almost 8 years i have been baking brownies from my every heartache.
you smell my tears from my oven then you'd knock at my kitchen door,
and court for some come-baby-cry-here-on-my-shoulder encounters.
i knew you were hoping that i'd see you cuter than my not-so-recent ex.
you looked at my apron marred with cocoa batter,
and yes, you were good in reminding me
they were sweet but dark and rich with dangerous stuff
for someone trying to lose weight
or just plain emotional excess baggage.
for almost 8 years
you have been giving me *wake-up* rings
imagine me half-listening, half sleeping
perhaps not even halves but you wouldn't notice anyway.
there's this girl who dumped you because of your work at a gasoline station.
there's this one who'd lied to you about her pro-life missions.
and yet another one who'd made over-estimations about how close you can get to her photo albums.
one heartbreak after another,
whose gaps were really short you see,
each of us would think
"what if my best friend love me?
......would love hurt like this?"
happy birthday kiddo.
im baking again.... past 1am.
it's been long since i heard you knock at my kitchen door.
but i dont want you to see me again in aprons.
i just got my 8th ex-bf,
and i bought you 26 candles...
yeah ive been counting.
but, never mind the calories.
you got me all awake, coz you see,
its been so long since i lost sleep.......
from your *wake-up* rings.
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