Nothing More Nothing Less

I cannot lose what I never had,

You cannot take what you never gave.

The possession of my soul was for you to hold,

Gently, as a budding rose.

But you crushed me;

Pressing into my spleen molding me into a key,

Believing I was the missing piece to all your inadequacy.

I became nothing more than a tool to use to build your ego;

In your back pocket unless you needed to impress,

Nothing more and nothing less.