I used To be someone special. A golden child, A star with hopes pinned tight To my quickly rising wings. A prodigy, a poet, A dreamer unmatched. A maybe-lover in a sea of possibilities. How hard the descent from such a height? How much harder the bigger do fall. Now I am a nobody. A few random scribbled lines, Quickly erased, The paper tossed carelessly away. Over-the-shoulder girl. As other lovers line up to fill My shoes, My side of the bed. Quickly redundant in a realm of intellectuals. Glancing over a parade of yesterday, A once-was sea of tomorrows, Overwhelmed by the desert of what is.