Friendship will tell you the half-burnt cupcakes you’ve baked
are delicious.
Envy will say they’re not hungry
and flattery will go for seconds.
Spiteful will admit they’re disgusting
but gluttony will be content to lick the frosting.
Narcissism will want the recipe to make a better version
shaped like butterflies so they can feel a fleeting kind of love--
the only kind they know.
But family . . .
Family will eat them and optimistically declare
they’ve had worse.
Their right hand will slap you in the face
with an ice pack of truth.
Love can be cold like that.
And that’s the only kind I want.
IG: @daydreamifications
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4/15/14

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