candy shop— a poem

sometimes i can’t tell the difference
between the three crinkles in your eyes when you smile
and the wrapping paper of a half-eaten chocolate bar in my pocket

sometimes i can’t tell the difference
between falling in love
and getting lost in a candy shop

I’ll always pick savory over sweet, just how I’ll always pick writing about anything other than love. But the glazed look in your eyes you get when you’re in love with someone is just too special to forget.