Capitalism and Candy

I keep thinking in quotation marks
Reality incorrectly used

Sometimes I wake up
In the middle of the night
Just so my body doesn’t have to respond to the shriek of the alarm

The void is never silent
And at night the curves
Sing lullabies

I’m thinking I need chocolate
Some kind of sugary rush
Glory to the addict automotaun

Then I remember that American chocolate
Is made with palm oil
Which causes…
Slavery…
Or something

I forget I want chocolate

Do I need coffee?

This route is like skies so cloudless and blue
Overdose on beauty
And still you die

More Than I Expected

The light is soft and fading
As my heart
On tip toes
Remains light

The death of you was
Like drowning
As you struggled
I could not breathe

There was not a moment
Even in the inevitability
Where I could gasp
And let the cool air
Burn my lungs

Tears sting my eyes
But at the same time
I can almost breathe again

Because I miss you
And something about that
For me
Speaks of love
Unyielding

And the knowledge
That if I can perhaps
If I can be pleased
If not happy

Maybe
My time is worth
More
Than I expected

And my smile becomes
As valuable to me
As it was to you