loosening

Before I believed in love

I had to clean my room - 

I had to know my own bridges :(

to the flowers :(

I had to kill death and be like, wow...

And back off and let it live. 

I don't think life should be this way.

Love should be as easy as falling 

through an open manhole. 

Trust should be as common as a stranger

across the street. 

But my ropes were full of knots.

May future sailors glide along by my good and careful work

and rescue forever all the time I spent loosening the way.