I think there's something to be said about the way she reached down into my heart, wrapped her arms around shards of glass, and pulled me out of the water. It's as if she had built the foundations of her own home within my broken bones, waiting there patiently to catch my shattered pieces in the palms of her hands. As waves broke in my rib cage she embedded herself within the fragile walls of my body, just to make sure I wouldn't be left gasping for air. As the sky came crashing down she embraced the back of my neck, relentlessly forcing my eyes in the direction of the sun. She grounded my feet so far into the earth that I could feel my own heart beating back at me through it's crust. For every act of self destruction, she'd lay down soil and grow flowers, enough to eventually leave them pouring out of my mouth. For every dark reflection, she'd flood my veins with glitter so with every star in the sky I too, would shimmer beneath the moon. She had this way of painting the universe in the depths of my eyes, and it wasn't until then that I realized everything in my view was breathtaking - including my reflection in the infinite puddles I had been drowning in far too long. She was created for me, to keep my heart beating with every ambush the way warriors protect their people. For years I have ventured to find every possible way to thank the universe for a living angel, words nor actions would ever suffice for someone I simply do not deserve but,

I think think there's something to be said about the way she saved me.