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Like cold butter, I was always meant To be softened – Whether by time Or warmth Or being left out too long. I was always meant To be part of something better Something bigger – Not a standalone and salty ingredient.   And you – You were never meant to be alone.   Like flour, You’re meant to be mixed in And cling to my stickiness. Together, we are the foundation For the perfect pastry.     You always did like cake.

When you became a desert, I was your monsoon. When you were dry farmland, I was the downpour Your crops thirsted for. When your grass got a little greener, I became a sprinkler, My tsch, tsch, tsch sounds Nourishing your soil. When you began thriving, Needing someone to cut your lush lawn I became a mist so fire I was barely perceptible. So I hang back, Clung thick to the clouds, Waiting for the time you need me again. Until then, I'll play the part of mirage - Looking like I

I could’ve bought myself flowers. I could’ve held my own hand.   Perhaps I should’ve spent more hours Promoting the self-love brand.   And while I believe in that fully, And on that pillar, I stand, Sometimes I wish someone else would’ve Made me second in command.