Butter Croissant

Some people are butter croissants
In that at first they smell nice
Appear beautiful
like something I might need
or even have to have
But isn’t it funny how after we remove them from their protective display
And take the first bite
And watch the flakes shower our pants our skirts the insides of our worn down bags and totes the creases of the novel we’ve been carrying around for weeks
All I can think is Wow
what a mess