Wrapped In Red

I present myself to you, And only you Dressed in red From head to toe Adorned with a Cream-colored ribbon Waiting to be unwrapped During the holiday, but You revealed my mind Thoughts of despair and hate Instead of soft curves Under the red lace And for that, You ran from the dark person A person I don’t claim to be But can’t hide from No matter how hard I tried Splatters of blood Behind my eyes Freeing myself from The disgust on your face Hanging by a thread of Ribbon which once Beckoned to be slid open As a gift to you