Stepping stone

Just a personal piece I wrote when I ran away. A poem of loss

If I was just supposed to be a stepping stone, you should have told me

I would have taken you where you needed to be

Then I would have been gone

It wouldn't have taken long

In the end I felt like a stone on your path

But before losing track, lets go back

If i was just a stone, why did you feel like home?

Why did you say we were building a life?

Say you wanted to be my wife?

Was it because you didn't have much and needed someone who did?

Someone willing to give

The second you learned you were soon to be able to provide for your own

I was thrown from my home

At least that's how it felt