Two streets over is the bar where we met
the morning is crisp, foxes slink home
I’ll sell the watch I bought for you, easy money
I drive a manual, my foot steps on the gas
now tell me what is hard and what is easy
how easy it comes when I don’t try
but I have always been in love
with what is difficult, perhaps I like
to lose myself in what is complex
is it all just another way to hide from life?
possibly. I heard that vines thrive
in adversity - the rocks, the incline,
where their roots grow deep
they bear the fruit that helps me
lose my mind, a mysterious bruise
I long for you to crush me underfoot
and lose yourselves in my depths too
these are the things I want to say
while you rub your tired eyes
and tell me that I don’t make things easy
instead I smile, kiss you goodbye and drive
your bedroom is a time loop anyway