I was a nothing
Perhaps a stone.
Slate for you to tread upon
Through your journey to places unknown.
Your feet scuffed at my surface,
And your weight pushed me further into mud
In the rolling river you were crossing
As you arrogantly assumed my love.
...but I still gave it.
I was a something
A face not yet nearly worn,
Now something you will easily discard
As you enthusiastically move on.
When you’ve taken all I've offered
And I can no longer give you more,
I become a nothing.
...a stepping stone.
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