Cake

Your skin is warm like an oven.
Your kiss is sugary sweet.
Your fingers feel like cotton when you put your arms around me.
I feel like I'm just missing
something whenever you leave.
We've got all the ingredients except you loving me.
And respectfully.
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 I gave to you last night.
You smell just like vanilla.
You taste like buttercream.
You're filling up my senses with empty calories.
I feel like I'm just missing something whenever you leave.
We've got all the ingredients except you needing me.