Veins pumping full of sugar,

High off of the euphoric sugar-high you give me,

My heart is pounding in its syrup-like confines.

I hope you can’t hear it.

Dipped in the silkiest form of the sweetest berries,

Our candied hearts will always continue to beat.

The granules of food coloring,

Giving our life saving organs a new coat to shine in the light with.

Mine may be a bit cracked and have dust particles stuck

All around its sticky casing,

But yours is glistening with the new wrapper it has.

Lucky, lucky you,

You haven’t given your candied heart away yet

I wonder

What flavor it may be?

How tart does your heart actually taste once its sweet shell is gone?