The words only eyes have spoken

Fact 2: (make up for sunday)
She reminds me of Barbie dolls sometimes when she smiles. Little by little the paint chipping off her fake smiles. Her eyes doorways to the soul which is broken, scared , bent yet strong. Sometimes it painfully to look at her. I hate the sadness there and how I feel helpless to do anything about it. She and I seem bounded, like our souls are intertwined in ways we don't understand. She contains a power to hurt me because her words matter. Though they shouldn't they do. She is me and i am her though we appear as two separate beings, we are one in the same. WE are the odd couple of modern times only our theme song would be more off kilter. I don't think about her mortality because I don't what would happen to me if I lost her. Though many have come before her I have never loved any as I have her. Weird huh? (no homo homie). So in my eyes we roam the world as immortals with a taste for being that much different.

Fact 3:
Ice box. I have never related to a song more in my life. My urges to kiss be held or so much as looked at by another has plummeted to only rare and brief moments. "I have an ice box where my heart used to be." hmmm guess so?