a visit to the crime scene

We were a love story,
the onlookers are right,
but too many pages were burnt 
for you to read it
in full.
The best parts,
though,
survived.

So let's sit down
in different houses,
open the book again
and skip to the part
where you tore me apart.

Read it aloud for me, loverboy.
Tell the tale of your wickedness,
I want to hear your voice
s h a k e.