The most fragile thing is not
Your mother’s favorite china
Or your family's crystal glasses
Or a teenage girl’s heart
Or even your most prized possession.
But what the most fragile thing is,
Is your own life.

I saw you and I knew right then that this would end with me on my bedroom floor wondering why the constellations were against us.

It seems like everything I touch, I destroy.
I touched your car, I broke the glove box.
I held your mom's favorite coffee cup and watched it shatter to the ground.
I never had a pair of headphones work for longer than a few weeks.
I scratched up your favorite CD.
The crack of your phone was by my doing.

*You let me hold your heart and since that day it's been in a thousand little pieces, and even the apologies won't heal the scratches.
Even your black coffee isn't strong enough to remove the taste from my lips.

Balanced*
on the *fence
of common sense
and my **insanity

If God had a heart, he wouldn't have let me meet you, because he knew I'd fall in love.
If God had a heart, he wouldn't have let you ask for my number, because he knew I'd become dependent on a "good morning"
If God had a heart, he would've closed every movie theater, coffee shop, and bowling alley, because he knew millions of hugs and kisses and "I love you"s would be created there.
If God had a heart, he would've taken every "I love you" and "baby" and "you're my world" away from your lips because he knew one day I'd be on the floor wondering where we went wrong and if you ever meant a thing.
If God had a heart, my bed wouldn't feel so big right now. So lonely. So cold.
If God had a heart, he would've made you live somewhere else, because he knew I'd love you and everything that you are. He knew I'd fall so hard and I wouldn't ever leave my bathroom floor when you left. He knew I'd drink your favorite coffee to remember how your lips tasted. He knew I'd wonder if you were even real. He knew I'd be looking at how the stars look like the constellations in your eyes, hoping you were doing the same, just like you used to say Orion's belt and the big dipper were in my eyes.

*I hope you see the stars and think of me

It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.