Red velvet (bday cake)

Wish you would stay like my mistakes The gloves you handed me were for two left hands Was it a conscious decision? Were you that desperate to see me defeated I trudge through your words wondering if at the end of your words You'll be willing to grant me the same grace you give yourself The moment I own up to my wrongs You have the nerve to point and screech And continue chalking down your reasons until your fingers bleed Red velvet bday cake