I once bought chocolates

From a place I've never been

carried it all back

as my mind carried a scene

of family around the table

sharing bites of foreign taste

But now, eight months later

they're all going to waste

I once bought chocolates

thinking I bought smiles with them

while sweetness burns my throat

and all chocolates now taste the same

even the sweet ones are bitter

'cause I wasn't eating treats

I was swallowing the disappointment

that's growing on me like weeds

Know that when I texted mom

to bring those goobs from the fridge

and she never protested

my breathing painfully hitch

I used to love chocolates

but these days I don't want any

If my chocolates are this unwanted

what does that say about me?