I'm reading over your shoulders,
It says it in every line, in ever curve and crack
It says it in every detail of your face,
Unmistakably apparent in this dull light
Tracing a separate letter, forming a separate word
Twisting together to build the same beautiful message,
The same painful realization
The cracks in your lips
Open with the books and
The smile shows the lines in your face
Perfectly crooked, and
Perfectly familiar

And for the moment, uncovered like a statue--
Lay perfectly still to show the cracks in your lips
Give purpose to this pattern, and start to smile
Burst into flames, disappear
Before your best intentions can no longer hide her ears
From that which will make them bleed
Before your own two hands become too weak to hold the blood inside her wounds
Before reality explodes before you in a brilliant flash of spectral fires,
Into a thousand fragments of a past, long dead and gone

(This is remembering the last time we spoke,

The last time we touched,
Words ricocheting off of empty tables
Vandalizing the pictures on these smoke-stained walls
And I can hear your mouth as it opens from across the room
Your tongue and lips forming the shape of your laughter,
It's the curve of your stomach, it's the bend in your legs
It's the remnants of the pages framed in the cracks of your bleeding lips,
It's the curve of your stomach, it's the bend in your legs
Your crooked teeth)

I'm reading over your shoulder,
It says it in every line, in every curve and crack--
The same stupid message in every stupid bend and in every stupid stitch,
In every inch of our peeling skin
It's tracing letters in the same sentence,
(Its screaming the same stupid thing,
Like the howling of a plane playing over and over and over and over and over)