If I Were More Like You

What would you do, if I were more like you? 

If the edge in my voice cut into your belly

and sliced you up until you were a pile of grief? 

Would you fold into yourself and apologize, like I do? 

Would you let my words denigrate your mind?

Would they echo in your every move like a 

shadow that always tells you not to be you?

What would you do, if I were more like you? 

Would you feel the way I do? 

I stirred these uneasy thoughts into my coffee 

along with the sweet memory of your kinder days

I choked it all down without an answer.