Black Sesame Mochi Cakes

There are lots of fake people in this world
There's the both of us, equally fake to each other
The lights, the stops, the pretty things

I might want them if you weren't here
I fear we'll make sacrifices for things
We don't really need

Like the only person I wish I were not
Definitely, I answer, definitely
I am perfectly happy with this moment

But you insist, don't mind the time
Hold my hand if you feel insecure
I won't let you fall

This ends someday, does it end now?
The food in front of us grows cold
And I jerk my fingers from your grasp

Who are they and why are we here?
We were swinging our arms happily
Together, we were eating black sesame mochi cakes.

Originally written 4/15/14 7:47 PM.

-Argentia