Created and Discarded

It's done, everything is over, And I lie here on the floor. I was once the centre of attention, But now I'm not needed anymore. I was there, important, I was valued, When he shared his private thought. He and I literally held hands together, When he toured his mental walk. The more he thought, the more I was, And the more beautiful I became. Until I was everything he wanted, With a simple little name. That's when he thought of another write, About poems coming of age. And he discarded me, forgot me on the floor, His perfect poem on a page.