It’s hard.
You know, it’s hard.
It’s hard to leave the house
not knowing who you are.
It’s hard sitting here
trying to write a poem
better than my last -
What words sound good?
It’s hard getting up
in the morning
to waste my life away
at a desk.
It’s hard to make decisions
without knowing the
consequences.
It’s hard to quit smoking cigarettes
when you don’t necessarily care
that they are slowly killing you.
It’s hard to go to school
so you can make a ton of money
just to wind up in a **** ton
of debt.
It’s hard to deal with heartbreak
especially when it’s happened
dozens of times.


“It’s going to get easier.”
I tell that to people
that are having a rough time doing
whatever in the hell
they complain about.
I should listen to my own
advice.
But it’s hard.

Want to know what’s easy?
Love.
It’s easy to love a movie.
It’s easy to love a dog.
It’s easy to love another person.
Love is easy.
we need more love.
Less bills,
less complaining,
less drama,
less self doubt,
and insecurities.

Oh was Paul McCartney
so right when he said,

“All you need is love.”