We drove around.
With just the sound of the engine.
Sweet serenity.

The dark taught
me how to write.
While he taught
me how to love
with the remaining
ashes of my broken
little innocent
heart* ~

I remember, that quiet night.
The trees were dark but the stars lit up the sky.
The lonely sidewalk was lit by the fading street light.
I remember, you asked me to walk out to the deck.
I pulled on a sweater because I was cold.
You met me there, flower in hand.
I remember.
You swept me up and told me you had been waiting.
I said I was sorry.
You kissed me, and I tasted pure love on your lips.
Our movement, like poetry, moved me in a way I hadn't before.
I remember, that dance of joy we shared that night.

She stayed outside with the falling petals.
He stayed in burying himself with a game controller
Years past and the two finally met.
This time, she took him outside with her.
And he discovered how beautiful the world was.

I didn't know.
I didn't know that she believed in God as much as I did.
I didn't see.
I didn't see her gain 150 pounds of pure stress.
I didn't hear.
I didn't hear the doctor talk about her grandfather's new-found Cancer.
I didn't feel.
I didn't feel the pain of losing a brother who was half deaf.
The lump in her throat when she cried every night.
She was battling her demons while I was too busy battling my own.
I didn't know.

Like glass, hearts are fragile.
You drop them and they will break into a million pieces.
If you are afraid of falling, then don't sit so close to the edge.
Because there's no one there to catch you.
And maybe there is.
Maybe there's someone at the bottom waiting to hold on to you no matter how cracked you are.
Maybe there not.
Maybe there's someone at the bottom waiting to catch you so that they can drop you.
So that they can leave you on the ground.
Shattered.
And maybe you'll realize you weren't the only one.
They'd wait for anyone to fall into the trap.
Manipulating the way you were meant to be held.
You tell them,
That a heart is like glass, If you drop it it will shatter into a million pieces. it's pieces will cut you so deep you begin to bleed.
You tell them,
Don't complain to your doctor when they tell you you've got a transmitted disease.