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.