Bleeding Star

listen, honey. listen to me when i tell you that while it might not all be okay, it’s okay. it’s okay that it’s not gonna be okay. because it’s never okay for anyone. and people die and they burn and they bleed and they hurt. but it’s okay. listen honey, i know what i’m talking about when i tell you i know you can take it. take that pain and weave something beautiful. stitch all that ugly angst and sorrow into a quilt. all those heartbreaking moments; stitch them into their own squares, make them into something breathtaking. because it’s not gonna be okay, but it’s okay, because i know you can handle it, honey. you’ve seen blood and you’ve seen terror and you’ve seen hate and you’ve seen depression and you’ve seen the darkest parts of the world and you’re still here and you’re still holding on. those gaping holes in your soul, you’ve patched them with flowers, you’ve removed those thorns and bandaged them with roses. and i know it’s hard honey, i know it’s hard. i know it seems impossible, but you have to believe me that while it might never be okay, that’s okay. it could be better. drain that blood pooled up in the sink, all that crimson liquid, wash it down and away. take my hand, honey, squeeze it tight. don’t let go honey, don’t let go, keep holding me, keep holding on, keep holding on. see the stars? even stars die, honey. don’t you ever for a second think that you aren’t a star. you burn as bright as them, shine as vividly. but stars die and so do people, but the difference between stars and people is that stars burn bright until the end, stars don’t leave the sky until they burn out. honey, you’re a star, keep burning bright. i know your stomach burns from the liquor and from the loneliness and the anger, but know that you’re a star and you can burn because of your beauty. are you still holding my hand? don’t let go, honey. wrap your quilt of pain around you, keep those moments close. those moments made you, honey. every stitch formed you. listen, honey. i know the world’s a dystopia, i know it’s hell, but i also know something else, honey. i know you can take it. -e.g.