Crybaby

\\ cake \\

I'm not a piece of cake,
For you to just discard

// cake //

His skin felt warm around her neck, as his hand was around her. He pecked Crybaby lightly on the cheek, and she reminded herself not to get too attached.

He was like sugar, addictive, but bad for her.

All she wanted to think he was to her is just a toy, something that could easily be replaced. She didn't want him to think she would cry if he left her.

But she really would.

Every time he left her room, she felt empty. He only talked to her when he wanted to fool around, but after that, he would act like she never existed.

He never loved her. He never needed her.

"You okay, Crybaby? What's wrong?" He asked, staring right through her. She rolled her eyes, as if he actually cared about her. Sighing, she just shook her head.

"Um, well, I better get going." He said, hopping away and grabbing his things. Crybaby sat upright, she felt like crying. "Please don't." She managed to say for the first time.

"Sorry, I have... something later. How about next time?" He said with a pleading voice. She could only look away and nod. She can't let him play her like this.

"Yeah. Same, I'm gonna go meet up with someone." She lied through her teeth. Goodness, it felt great to see him surprised. "Oh? With who?"

"A boy I met online. He's gonna come over tonight." She innocently said. She wanted him to think that he was just like the others, that he was not irreplaceable.

"Oh. See you tomorrow, then." He smiled, unaffected with her words. She forced a smile back to him, even getting the courage to wave. When he closed the door, Crybaby threw her knife straight at it. She hoped it hit some part of him.

If I'm just a piece of cake, then you're just a piece of meat to me.