Remember that time
When you asked me to teach your boyfriend to make cookies
So you could take them to your sick grandma
Because you didn’t have time
Because you were too busy screwing that guy in your art class?
Remember how we burned the cookies?
It was my fault.
Because I gave him what you never could
Or never would
And so he forgot all about you
And the cookies burned.
So the next time you pull yourself back
When you're sitting with him and fantasizing about others
And you realize he’s not hearing a word you say
It’s because he’s thinking of
The taste of me
And the smell of burning cookies.