Pierce me again,
With those eyes like arrows.
I love the way they stab me,
straight through my heart,
just like the first time.
That very first time I was split in half.
The first time my life was someone else’s too.
And how I long for this look again.
How I yearn for the tension
that pulled us together.
my life is my own.
And I am still whole.
I am still here-
but not complete.
Left with but a hole in my bleeding heart.
So it bleeds on,
a vacant room inside my soul.
And I have tried to fill it with another…
Another set of Bright eyes
to sink to blank stares.
Another youthful friendship
to age too quickly.
It would seem this room belongs to one,
and no other.
It would seem this heart still bleeds for old arrows,
these eyes long to be seen again,
This Room wants to be full again.
And it could be ours once more,
So I can be half,
And we can be whole,