how do you live like you?

how do you scrape so deeply into your bones, pull out nothing, then move on?

how do you leave a piece of you alone to fend for itself for days on end?

i can’t imagine being so self important that my own thorns wrap around tight enough to pinch me.

i can’t imagine being so trapped in my brain that i dont care about the world burning around me.

i can’t imagine stabbing a loved one and pouring coffee on the wounds like that heals it.

i can’t imagine you’ll be able to bring yourself to reality.

i can’t imagine you apologizing with sincerity.

i can’t imagine a you that isn’t vain.


i just seriously can’t imagine.


you’re just like your sister.