I used to know a someone

to whom I used to be a something.
But then she came along
and became a better something
than I could have ever been to them.
So I am no longer a someone
to the someone that was
my only someone.
But to them,
I’m just another someone
in a sea of potential someones.

I used to mean something
to someone who was something to me.
But then she came along
and swept away the something I had
and replaced my something
with a something considered more valuable.
So I’m no longer something
to they that was my something,
my only something.
But to them,
I’m just something unspectacular
in a world of spectaculars.

I used to be a someone
whom I used to know.
But then she came along
and became a better someone
than I ever could be.
So I am no longer a someone
that is the only someone
that I could ever be.
But to me,
I’m just another someone
washed out in a sea of nobodies.