ow, my heart

The gentle wind.

Oh, I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew there would be death,

Someone always has to die.

But I opened my heart to these words once again. I wasn't ready for the pain. I knew I would cry. I knew it'd tear me down.

The embracing blue sky and the soft white clouds.

The words were familiar -- yet so different. I could feel a story deep, deep down in them... one that ran so deep into my heart.

How did she know?

How do they always know?

Hidden stars and a shy moon.

From a broken boy came something I could never hope to see. From a lost heart came something that was new.

Glory, glory, glory.

It broke me in half. Tears hot ran down my cheeks, falling carelessly onto my blanket. Words like a dagger and as sharp as the night sky.

Dark, but it was yet so bright.

My tender heart. Oh, my tender heart.

I never knew I could love this hard. I never knew I could hurt this bad. I never knew I was this fragile.

Then these precious souls came into my life. They became me and I became them. Our stories were different, but yet they were the same.

So, so soft and quiet.

I saw my face in the mirror. I didn't recognize the girl staring back at me. Her face was red, her eyes swollen from tears, and a light glittered in her eye that I didn't know existed.

Words came flooding back. Memories. They were apart of me. They still are. They are my heart, my words, my soul. They are everything I am and everything I'm not.

Light from the wounds. Sunlight healing the precious moon. Stardust falling with the broken planets.

It's just a new beginning with a light at the end, isn't it?

Oh, you precious girl.

Oh, your precious words.

How did you know?

How did you know?