Under harsh scrutiny she took a stand,
And I watched with a twisted sense of pride.
She was not mine.
Never would she be, and yet I watched her
As though I had the right to be proud.

For I'd touched her porcelain skin before-
The slightest of feathers - that which perhaps she wouldn't notice.
She'd touched mine; she'd tasted mine; she owned mine,
And yet she wasn't committed to it.
Because never had she seen; she was always looking passed me.

Right at the one who would caress that skin,
And then shatter it.
And leave her with a million pieces.
Questions that don't quite fit together.
She knew if she asked enough she'd understand.

But she was quite wrong - very naive, in fact,
He had taken her spine from the rubble.
Never would her mind fit together again,
Stable.
But she'd be ****** to try forever.
To place all the pieces in a pile and watch it fall down.

It won't be very long, you see,
All the tears she let fall to the pavement and go with the rain -
She may hide those from us now
But soon the air will be dry.
And they'll fall again for his absence,
And she'll try to escape him.

You can't run too far without your spine,
With your heart only beating for someone who has died
And left you, to become someone better.
To be with someone better.
You can't win and you very well won't want to.