Before me you didn’t really understand a woman’s heart
You were young, naive, reckless
I saw potential in you, defended you, showed you deeper than skin, and loved you for who you were.
At your lowest, I was there
And as you rose, you chose someone else
So don’t come back to me when she has left you
because she couldn’t see what I saw in you…
I will not be here.

I am not your stepping stool.

Illustration by: Fatima Seehar
Copyright 2019 Valerie Sanchez