Unclean

I am a piece of paper

Clean

Untouched

You touch me

I wrinkle

The more you touch me

The more wrinkled more wrinkled I become

Until I am a ball in your hand

A wasted piece of trash

You apologize for hurting me

You unravel me until I am whole again

I am a piece of paper

Wrinkled

Used

A wasted piece of trash

You tried to salvage

I will never be as perfect as I once was

Before you touched me