I remember the first day you saw my scars,
you said the potential for completely unzipping the veins in your wrist was too risky and
I found that ironic as you spoke so often of craving an "accidental" fall from a four story building and
I started looking at dragging that blade across my skin as an act of bravery when it's really an act of cowardice and
you told me you understand, that you may not draw blood from your own skin but you leave dark bruises all over your legs and
I didn't realize how dangerous it was to get close to someone exactly like the reflection I see in the mirror.