mochi | Feb 16, 2026 (18:52) |

the bank on the drop by took the cold batter 'til five to hide in embarrassment that maybe it's not worth it.

the warm tiny postcard that was mural to the day,

it coats the rice cake i bought in a special way.

you left the pen on the table again,

have read the book then left me on the hook.

pumpkin cinnamon,

yet i saw your smile plastered

on the faces of my usurpers—

a singer, a model, and a far better litterateur.

what a depressed lie lit my sight,

that my own hands broke my thigh

got the sweats wash away my reasonable mind

what needed me most, needed me less

how can you feel two opposites in the same soul who was just the best?

were you peter in the upside life?

were you flying or do you drown at night?

what i needed most needed me the less,

i wonder if it makes them less

a confession it'll be against, then.

yet i saw your smile plastered

on the faces of the usurpers—

i did ask for time 

but was it something?

it all on the wall,

just a hanged pot on the wall.

can you need someone so they can need you?

though you can't demand what's not market or in queue.

there was honesty that was refractile

all the dark background won't even light the signs

do they need this?

they never showed up,

i heard a promise,

maybe no courage stood up.

there's not a day that i don't pray,

can they please need me,

so they can feel needed.