at some point you broke
the skin split beside your mouth
from crying and laughing
by your eyes,
and why?
all of the times they've closed
to stop the burning
I'm trying to read
between the lines
but the story of your face
it's mixed, endless
from what I see
you're just like me
all the markings
that living leaves
every line on my face
should read like poetry
explaining exactly
why i am this man
my face should be my name
my name, my name
this composition you see
these parts of me
but what faces cease?
when another, not ready