I close my eyes

Because it is easy.

And

I am lazy.

Memories play on cue.

Tears obey gravity.



My watch feels awfully creative

It goes tock tick.

And I do nothing differently

Except, maybe breathe a little slowly.

The beauty in our hate

I open my eyes, they're

Infected by retrospection.



I try too hard to make things look simple.

Because my wisdom

Is a string of pop songs.

So you ask me when we’ll meet.

And I tell you where, instead.

A place called Someday.

You mistake my tattered love

For intellectual ambiguity

And though I’m dying to explain,

I am painfully lazy.