They say eyes are the windows of the soul. For your sake, and mine, I hope they’re wrong. Because your eyes are empty. Cold. Blank.
Vacant.
I wonder how I can love someone with an empty soul like that. So Cold, blank, and hollow.
When I look into your eyes I fall into an empty void, a chasm of blackness, a barren desert- the kind where not even the hardiest of cacti can grow.
At first I thought they were in pain; that you were in pain. But now there is nothing. Just to two pools of nothingness.
I thought they were filled with sorrow. But now I know better. They are lacking in all emotion. An abyss of vacancy.
I pray that those eyes do not reflect your soul. For how could your soul be so empty? So cold? So blank? Vacant? Hollow? Nothingness?
How could that be?
I pray for you.
And I pray for myself.