knowing how to fly
equals knowing how to land
both are terror stricken
at fear i fold my hand

uprooted strings and
people only know
how to rip
a visual guide
to never get trapped
in love's firm grip

i still give
the same way i learned
how to breathe
my heart is a hospital
for broken souls
to grieve

- this is how you self sabotage
you listen to their fall
and you mold yourself an answer
but it doesn't matter
how fast you are
love is always faster