When you find yourself
with your toes
hanging over the side
of your 7 story apartment,
the breeze whistling between
your toes, inching closer to the edge,
Who do you call?

When you find yourself
Staring at your reflection
in the bottom of the bottle,
tears sliding down the side of
your cheeks, inching closer to the edge,
Who do you call?

When you find yourself
screaming at the phone
the words you feel,
slipping out of the hidden place of
your heart, inching closer to edge,
Who do you call?

Call me.

When love doesn't carry
the same weight,
the same weight that
presses against your lips,
and gentle pushes your head
against my pillow,
I will promise that I will stay.
I will promise to stay the same.