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Once It's Over

"An anthem for the broken-hearted."

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I was a nothing
For you,
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.
For you
...a stepping stone.


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Comments

I can feel the raw emotions of pain and hurt...well written.
painful. I like how you use the stepping stone metaphor and sustain it throughout the poem...
You bring the mood. Very well stated. Excellent.
A beautiful, and yet very painful poem of the feeling of being used by someone. Especially love the feet scuffed at surface and weight pushed me further into mud lines as so well describes the feelings.
... a stepping stone .... and sometimes they will look back with regret at what they gave up. Excellent poem!
Even better than your last, ( if that is possible). So beautiful and heartfelt. Wonderful!
Thanks, sundown. I had a hard time naming it; I hadn't thought of the song at all (maybe I should have lol). Nazhinaz, Not sure what you are smelling? lol It is not from personal experience, but from pain I've perceived in the periphery...in lives of which I've been lucky enough to be a part. I've had a heartbreak before, yes, but my writing will never reflect that one. It's only for me.
Darling, A typical girly feel, the male patner having used or abused and now ditching. It is a rather shocking and alarming short poem. Am I smelling correctly darling? Plz do respond. Naz