Uninvited...

That's how I feel when confronted with the vacant stare in your eyes.
What do you see in mine?
They say one's eyes are windows to their soul,
but I wear mine on my sleeve.
and it seems as if yours has been carved out and burned to ash.
You feel nothing. I feel everything, I feel it all.
I want nothing more than to see your heart
Hanging on a string, ****** and raw.

Why do I love you?