Darling, put down that razor.
Don't spill stardust down your wrists
just because that's the only way
you can think right now.
Know that I can hold you better
than a bottle of pills ever could,
let me kiss those lips
where your liquor would.
When your tears flow
faster than your words,
let me sing you a lullaby
until you're dreaming of
the wind on your face
and the sun on your skin.
Know that I will meet your bruises
with tenderness,
and will draw flowers
around your scars,
showing you the garden you've
always had inside.
And Darling,
know that I love you more
than that noose,
and even when you shatter,
I will be here to piece you back together
if you let me.