I wrote this for those with tired hearts, who feel defeated, who feel like they don't fit within our world. I wrote this for people who feel alone in their sadness. Reach out so somebody, to me, to your friends and family. There are people who understand and you do not have to go through this life alone.

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Ask me to come to the bridge.

Ask me to talk you off the ledge of leaving this world and darling I will find you, I will find you at the top of any mountain top, and say,

This is as close to the stars as we will get, see, because soon enough, we will dance on them and soon enough, we will call the moon home

But for now, darling,

We are here with beating hearts.

We are here with all our broken bones and sometimes we are so tired, we feel like sinking stones.

But darling I am here, see, I am reaching out my hands for you to pull yourself into me instead of falling into a world where we aren’t looking at the same sky, anymore.

Ask me to come to the bridge.

Ask me to tell you all about the way love bleeds out of brokenness like marrow comes from bones.

Ask me to show you my scars and the way they’ve healed into constellation maps,

This is how I’ll find you. This is how I’ll know the place you go to watch the sun go and moon come,

where you go to hide, because darling, I understand, I understand, I understand.

When I say I understand I mean there were nights I reached for the stars so desperately I swore I saw one reach back. I swore I'd wake up above the clouds.

But there is a time for everything, darling, and we are not to decide the number of times our hearts get to beat inside our chests.

Our existence makes no sense yet here you are, alive, here you are, wishing that weren't so.

I am breaking for you. I am so sorry that pain has filled you and wounded your soft skin

I am so sorry.

I am here with open hands. I am here reaching for you more desperately than I ever have the stars.

I say ask me to come to the bridge because I cannot help you off the ledge without first taking your hand.

Open hands, beating heart, broken bones, stars and moons and mountain tops,

Ask me to meet you and I am here. I am here. I am here.

We can talk about the way this world feels more dark than light, sometimes,

and how, tenderness is a forgotten art, and how easy it is to feel achingly, innately alone but how

we are not. How we can cultivate light and how we can practice tenderness and how we can stay together so close, we become two bodies,

one heart, two bodies, one soul, two bodies,

one grand, beautiful mess of love and brokenness.

Hold each other so tight, we mend.

Ask me to come to the bridge, darling, stick around to see how this all can end with credits rolling and stars flashing across the screen.

You've been the star all along.

There is no need to reach for the sky, you are a burning, beautiful, alive light just as you are.

Just as you are, I want you here. Just as you are, come off the mountain top.

Let's light your bridge on fire. Let's burn that yearning to the ground and start all over.

Darling take my hand. Darling ask me and I will find you where ever you are.

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