No one reads this anyways

People are like suns
glowing up and burning out
I want to swallow it all
and feel how deep my emptiness goes
I had a dream one night
woke up and found it while awake
in my enemies fever dreams
I cut people out like coupons
and edit them in my head to fit
into conversations we never had
but wish we did
I want to bend myself backwards sometimes
because I'm sick of hindsight being so late.
I want to see the knife coming
before the stinging truth