Small

We were intimate for a while. Bared it all to each other. I knew it would end but it was not your reality. You were new, untouched. I unwrapped you so delicately the first time.

Everyday you had intimate knowledge of my body. I was broken inside but you were not. You were whole and mine.

And then you felt smaller and smaller with each touch against my skin and one day you broke.

Broken on the inside and on the outside. And I could see it and feel it and wanted none of your broken pieces.

And now I cast you aside for one that is whole. A whole new bar of soap.