Perfect

Epitome of Perfection.
Do you know how much of that you represented?
You had everything.
Everything I dreamt of, everything I wanted to be.
Your smiles, your independence,
that perfect scandinavian marble coolness.
But even the scandinavian marble can be shattered.
Funny how I shattered it to find it hollow.
To sigh in disappointment.
All that it represented,
Reduced to thin sheets.
Crumbled when picked.
To me,
you were perfect.
But once.