You pull apart my chest

Like a common bag of chips

Reach in and take the essence of me

In greedy handfuls

Shove it all into your mouth

With hungry, greasy fingers

Delicious and temporary

I’m something to snack on

Something to forget

And as I slip away

Into crumbs of something golden and beautiful

You’ll look into my chest disappointed

And think, “Don’t I wish there was more?”