Bitter

Easy love

"If it's easy, it's not right"

Maybe that's why there's a physical exhaust deep in my body no matter what.

Maybe that why i have to keep reminding myself not to think about you.

Maybe that's why at the end of the day, when i lay down by myself, with no one else to talk to but my notebooks and heart, nothing but pain and anger wash over me.

Maybe that's why at the end of the day, when i do crawl into that lonely, cold bed, it's like I'm sitting down for the first time in my entire life.

You know the feeling. Or maybe you dont.

It's similar to that feeling you get after sitting down after a long shift, or realizing a situation isn't as bad as you had thought, maybe even being held for the first time in a long time.

But it's nothing like that.

Because the relief never stays. It all clouds away the second my mind wonders on again.

I thought forgetting you would be easy. And letting you go would be even easier.

But it's not.

Because if it's easy, it's not right.