lost promises

You promised me everything
I saw nothing, not even the scraps you would feed to your dog
I was the bottom rung of the ladder you called life
Nothing more than a passing thought
That you couldn’t be bothered to think twice about
I was there when you needed a step up
If you didn’t deem the trip worthy
You best believe it wasn’t
And on those rainy days right before the sun was its brightest
I swore you could read my mind
For those where the days when I had forgotten that you even existed
And you would send the fatal wound
Bringing back every memory
Only to keep me on your hook just a little longer
And then you would leave once again
You could talk the talk
But when push came to shove you were nothing more
Than the annoyance of dirt smeared across my white carpets
There until I chose to scrub you out