Let go of the spiteful tears,
before they cool into icicles, my love.
Let go of the desperate growls, and listen;
they are whimpers of a wounded animal.
You are angry, love,
and that is quite natural.
But anger will not untangle the knots
we spin ourselves into; Love.
Release the nuclear furnace,
for it will only incinerate you.
Let yourself fall,
or nobody can catch you, my love.
You are no stronger than the bear,
nor wiser than the owl.
Can you hear the lonesome howls of the solitary wolf,
who can find no home to rest her tail?
Crying alone, nobody has heard her tale.
Release your secrets,
for no closet is big enough to hold them.
Let go of your jealousy,
for the eggs may be stolen, but you still have your hens.
Is that an inner child you’re cradling,
or a dead twin you're mourning?
If you hold back your heart,
you can't feel it fluttering against your ribcage.
So tear yourself asunder,
and piece your heart back together again,
for love is a puzzle, and you are not a vase,
my love.