I can easily change my clothes

to a style that's more pleasing.

I'll ignore the number

that the tag reads.

You're worth that much

--even more--

to me.

 

I can easily change my body

to a frame that's smaller and thin.

I'll worship the number

that the scale reads.

You're worth that much

--even more--

to me.

 

I can easily change my hair

to a hue that's golden and light.

I'll turn a blind eye

to the damage it leaves.

You're worth that much

--even more--

to me.

 

I can easily change my make up

to look smokey, alluring, and brave.

I'll choose to be ignorant

of the time it needs.

You're worth that much

--even more--

to me.

 

I can easily change my glasses

to contacts of any shade.

I'll laugh off the pain,

the irritation and sting.

You're worth that much

--even more--

to me.

 

You could've easily opened your eyes

to look beyond my veneer, my disguise.

But you chose to be blind,

to tell me who to be.

You pulled the trigger,

--Bang--

you killed me.