We used to be one and the same, saw the world through one set of eyes; where my thoughts left off yours picked up before they even left my mouth. We would get high on autumn nights and laugh until we blacked out, our hair braiding together on the pillow until it was impossible to tell yours from mine. But as hard as we could laugh harder we could fight; we threw words like they were knives hoping to find home buried between the other's shoulder blades. Now harsh intentions run through our veins and my blood churns at the sight of your face. We traded matching smiles for matching scars and when you finally shut the door there was a pool of blood left on the floor. It was impossible to tell yours from mine.