Whip Cream It Up

I feel like the shell of a sweet ice cream treat.

Fancifully put together.

Broken into a million pieces.

Everyone wants a taste,
but I belong to only one.

Each bite savored in between licks. 

Time is against us,
but I know it will all be over soon.

Neither of us can catch our breath.

I serve a purpose,
but I can't stop thinking of my carefree days.

When I was a hopeful little treat.

Youthful,
carefree,
superficial troubles in sight. 

I no longer have my protective shell.

Underneath is the real me,
a sticky sweet mess. 

Left to drip,
drop,
and devour.

With each bite,
I become less and less.

Until,
I am,
no.....