Counting The Croissants

I count croissants and the amount of
Time
I had away from you on my phone
I turned an hourglass upside down
Over and
Over again
For four months

We frosted a key lime cake
But it was only allowed once every three months
Instead of listening to what takes care of her
She bought me a sundae for the mockery
I felt my arms in the bath
Tubby
I was twelve when I lost a stone
But not one I kept in my throat
Shards of glass can glisten my teeth
A coffee kept my idol down and admired
But I wasn’t one to know or learn
How we look framed
She didn’t eat for ten days
How fantastic that I get to look like my mother?