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The Delicious Lies You Baked For Me

How false promises leave us love starved

You knew.

And you did it anyways.

You fed me lies.

Maybe you wanted to believe them.

Must be wonderful

to escape into your cave.

Put your doorman out front and say,

“Sorry, love is no longer served here.”

You were never a chef.

The Great Pretender.

You needed me,

So you kneaded yourself a ball of dough,

Put it in the oven,

Stuffed it with fabrications.

Then baked it for damn near a year.

You pulled the hardened loaf

out of the oven.

Your most loved recipe,

right?

Sliced it up and shoved it down my throat.

Bite

After

Bite.

I said I was full,

But it’s much too good for that.

More.

And more.