You are all I’ve ever known,

and

You are all I’ve ever dreamed,

so

What do you expect me to do

when

you slap me in the face,

turn around,

and walk away

with another pretty plastic girl on your arm?

Did you think I’d stare

in wide-eyed surprise?

Or not even care,

not look you in the eyes,

not let you peer into my soul

and see how much it hurts—

to

be

replaced.