Well it's hard to explain but I'll try if you let me
Well it's hard to sustain
I'll cry if you let me
This doesn't change the way I feel about you or your place in my life
(please don't cry)
Can't you see I'm dying here?
A shot of broken heart that is chased with fear

"Angel....don't do this. Please! Don't do this to me! To us! To everything we have worked for! Don't destroy this...bliss!" I cried as my Angel attempted to walk out the door of our home. "Why? Why are you leaving me? We had plans for a house....a baby....I thought you loved me!"

Suppressed tears and sobs clogged my throat, leaving me unable to go on. I broke down, falling to my knees in front of my angel, giving one last attempt at salvaging what we had. "Just say something! Please! Give me one good reason for this," I gestured at the door where she stood, stoic; face emotionless. I continued in a whisper, "Just one reason and I won't stop you from going."

She looked away and replied with her cool, smooth, utterly perfect voice. "And that's my reason"

And then she walked out.

I looked after her, confused and hurt at her actions. This broken, shattered, heart of mine can't be nursed back to health. Only my angel can fix it. She...she's perfect...she couldn't of meant to hurt me. She loves me. My angel....she left...but this doesn't make any sense.

As she had turned away I seen a trail of glittering liquid diamond on her smooth creamy white cheek. But my angel doesn't cry. That would mean she had been hurt. I wasn't the cause, or was I? Had leaving so abruptly hurt her as much as me? My Angel had cried.

Nothing will ever be the same again. I have to find her and fix this mess of glittering tears, hurt, love, and the crimson shards of my shattered heart.

Intentions that were pure have turned obscure
Seconds into hours
Minutes into years
Don't ask me why
(please don't cry)
I can't tell you lies

I counted the seconds that passed. I was alone. Seconds eventually turned into hours, and yet I still sat before the block of smooth granite. She was really gone.

After She'd left I thought about what she had said. I came to the conclusion that she had really loved me but thought I didn't care enough to stop her. Well, something like that. I only wish that I had gotten to tell her what I meant, explain my words. The minutes spent alone, thinking about my Angel, were excruciating.

I stared at the stars willing my Angel to some back to me.

The years passed and I continued to watch the stars, wishing on every one for my Angel to come back. I talked to them, willing them to let her come back to me. I watched the sky through these lonely years, watched them fall, collide, implode, and cry.

I can't live without my angel...but the stars give me hope. Perhaps She is watching me now, willing me to breath, perhaps she is trying to wipe away my tears with the stars.

So I continue watching them. Because maybe, just maybe, She is up there watching me. My Angel, watching me hope as she attempts to understand my unspoken words.

Her Death was supposed to be the end of me, but I still like to think She is in the stars. She hears my prayers to the stars and Loves me. But she doesnt cry, because Angels only cry when the stars collide. And I watch the sky so that when it happens she knows I am there. Forever.

Angels cry when stars collide
I can't eat and I can't breathe
I wouldn't want it any other way

Song (Lyrics) Angels Cry by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.