It's easy to look at you. The heat over your legs, the coffee, pages to skip.
Your face came after the commercial, like sour candy.
I will never understand why you are so attached to my land.
I will never understand the value of your life, as if it were mine.
I will never understand that freezing cold holding you tight without letting you breathe.
I will never understand that burning heat, pulling your skin away from your bones.
I will never admit to being just like you.
