Box of Your Life

The candy that melts in your mouth
The minty taste in the middle
The sweetness it's covered in
Makes you
For maybe a second
Believe in Everything
Everything
To believe that love
Maybe an after taste
Or possibly the candy itself
That to be unloved
Is the empty box
To hate
Is to chew
And not enjoy the richness
Not to savor a moment
Will your box last forever?
Will it be thrown on the ground?
Maybe torn to pieces?
The minty middle underneath the foot
Someday
Maybe sometime soon
You'll want a new box
Or maybe fix the broken one

^{Ashton Pettigrew}