Under The Influence

Fighting back droplets of salty gummi bears,

Confusion like fusion smoothies--

A dose of vitamin love intermingled

With an awkward hug.

(Who knew?)

Heart full of snickers-- what a big appetite

Not the ideal sugary mix

Add eggs, milk, chocolate chips and a phantom kiss-- none of it tastes the same.

Is it even worth it to complain?

Feeling foolish as my butter cup dreams were dismissed.

At the end what does it even matter?

Confectionary fantasizes breed

Epic realities.

(Will we ever be?)

At the end what does it even matter?

It matters to me.