when it was simple

Everything was simple when love was young, when love was blind.
saying i love you, was like saying goodbye. it never hurt anyone.
we didnt wish to take it back it was so care free something so un-complicated.
until i turned the corned, bumped into the wall,tripped over my laces, did a nose-dive down some stairs, and fell long and hard for... you.

now i'm looking through a sideways window,
upside down and backwards at the same time
my brain hasn't stopped swimming around my head
i can never seam to keep my laces tied and
i cant seam to walk down stairs anymore

and i blame you, and this idea of love that you got stuck in my head
that word, isnt the same anymore sometime between then and now it changed
now saying it can free you, can hurt you, can confuse you, mislead you, and even distory you. now such a word is often felt but seldom heard
mostly out of fear. fear of loss, rejection, humility or even trust.

Such a word can start out so innocent and yet become so currupted
so much confusion behing such a small-once simple- little word.
leaves to wonder if it's a feeling better left un-felt and un-heard.