Trista| Classified for now| She/Her/They| Single af
You're skin is warm like an oven
Your kiss is sugary sweet
And you're fingers feel like cotton when you put your arms around me
It feels like I'm just missing something whenever you leave
We've got all the ingredients except you loving me...
I'm not a piece of cake for you to just discard
While you walk away
With the frosting of my heart
So I'm taking back what's mine
You'll miss the slice of heaven that I gave to you last night...