Replaced.
-Ani

I know.
I can always be replaced.
So easily.
And true.

It’s my job, to make
Me
Irreplaceable
To You.

This is
The hardest job that
I will ever strive
To do.

The second hardest job
Is creating this ludicrous
Poem
In an attempt to

Tell You my Feelings.
Raw, naked, warm Feelings.
To tell before I am replaced,
Before I rue.

If you ever read this,
When I am gone.
This
Shitty poem is

For You.