Chocolate Bars

You found me on the back shelf . Though I was harder to reach then the others I made it easy. I wanted to be yours. I was different, some sort of innocent perfection you haven’t seen before. I was usually careful about who would have me that’s why I hid, but you seemed right. A fantasy, I was going to be worshipped and you would love me. With ease you pulled down my wrapper and took a bite. And another. I did my best to please you. But I filled your craving to quickly. You were satisfied. You didn’t want the rest. I wasn’t finished. I was a waste.