last time i saw you we had just split in two. you were looking at me. i was looking at you. you had a way so familiar, but i could not recognize, cause you had blood on your face; i had blood in my eyes. but i could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul was the same as the one down in mine. that’s the pain, cuts a straight line down through the heart; we called it love. so we wrapped our arms around each other, trying to shove ourselves back together. [x]