I am the replaceable piece.
The one that... Not everyone is going to put on their IKEA desk.
The green in my eyes only mattered until they were replaced with a shimmering blue.
The curve of my lips became torn and you replaced it with a smaller, daintier mouth.
Even They had seen my flaws and moved on to the next, with similar qualities, without the flaws.
I will miss you when you're gone. But I'm used to it, so don't worry.
Even though we both know, you aren't worried.
