Pencil

You're like a pencil.

Sharp and round and 3 dimensional 

You give me bumps, bumps from how hard I press

Erase! Erase! This doesn't make sense!

You try your best, but *snap* even best friends can break

It's alright, take a deep breath

Fix you up, and get ready to write the rest but

My hands slip and I lose my grip 

On you

We are separated

You roll away, the distance too big for comfort

I lurch towards you, my hand outstretched

Just out of my grasp though, you were more to the left

You hit the ground *clank*, and I sigh

For a moment, I pause and stare at you

With your edges rolling you away from me

Your dulling sharpness, your many equal sides

Your hardness, your softness, the parts of you I do not see

I stare at you for only a few moments

But it's enough.