The Stepping Stone

I’ve been robbed of perfection
Then starved for attention
When I though I’d found love
She gave up, without mention

I’ve endured pain for my wisdom
Then lost my mind thinking
When I thought I’d found love
She gave up without blinking

I’ve put my madness in ink 
Then burned it onto paper
When I thought I’d found love
She gave up without failure 

I’ve gathered that I was wrong all along
She wasn’t my love and she wasn’t strong
Although she helped me along the way
Her words were the lies that her eyes portrayed 
Now that it’s over, I look back and see 
She was a stepping stone on my path to be free

D.R.L.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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