coll.ide in a reflection

dont you know, cant you see. im in pristine condition but really i
am doing spiritual somersaults. you so careless with your words
mean spirited, malicious. you kill me a thousand times over
and leave me for dead. im and you’re , your knife
going silent but your words pick up the slack. how did i not know this was
even in the cards, my horrorscope for the ages
don’t feign sorrow, your words as empty as your soul