Puddle

You treated me like a puddle

to you, I wasn't special or unique,

simply another, puddle in the street

Without a second look, or thought,

you walked right over me

Leaving me to dry up slowly

leaving me to slowly rot

I was told to always be true,

One day, a woman will return that to you

Don’t hate the player, hate the game,

Do unto others as you’d have done unto you

Today those two seem like one in the same

Feeling lost, broken and confused,

You treated me like puddle

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