That is, if you ever knew me…
You only took the time to know what you wanted. What you could feed off of. Drain. Use for your privileges. Your gain. Full and eager. Proud. Without a second thought.
And where did that leave me, when you walked away?
I was tattered. Torn. Cast away on the doorstep of death. The bitter brink of autumn. Decaying with the leaves. Once vibrant and beautiful. Abandoned and alone. Shriveling. Forgotten under the first sheet of fallen snow.