By Vesta
This world is obsessed with cake
the type that is shared by two
cake for one is self-love
that much is true
i’m told there is an ultimate cake in each of our lives
our recipes for it designed through the years
we either perfect it with partners
or live a lonely life of tears
they somehow know the recipe
without even a glance
typical yet essential
the ingredient of romance
i don’t know
what it is
what it looks like
how it tastes
how much should I add?
is it a must?
can I… not add any at all?
i’m left in the dust
others cannot explain it
they say they just know
hands they want to hold
hands I want to throw
not enough, not enough
they say cakes I share with friends
will never taste as sweet
second-best is where it ends
romance is optional
my recipe says so
my cake tastes colorful
topped with an aro and bow
it’s enough, it’s enough
i’ve fallen in love with this
just this, all of this
nothing my recipe will miss.