Red like the hot pain I felt when
My mother didn’t come see me
And stopped calling me
Shaped like a child wrapped in
Her mother’s arms not wanting to be set free
Light with joy but some darkness
Drawing back to the pain
Crackling like my heart
Which will never be the same
Because like that torn wrapper
It’s hard to wrap a heart back up exactly the same
Smelling sour like my feelings will be if I ever see you again
Different like things have changed right before me
Tasting sweet as I flashing back on the good memories
But soon it’s gone, dissolved, like my happiness.