"It's easy with you,
I don't worry about you not being there,
I don't freak out when I get a text from you.
being with you
makes sense,
It's easy."
He says it as if it should be comforting.
"But that isn't love,"
I didn't want to say it,
but it came out anyway.
Easy,
Easy,
EASY.
On our first date I knew I wanted you,
you didn't have to chase me,
you didn't have to try and guess
if I liked you.
I liked you.
I woke up next to you that morning.
Easy.
I'm easy.
You couldn't be with me then, though.
Because it was just a bit of fun.
it was just a bit of easy
no commitment
fun.
I knew that,
at least I thought I did.
Yet you found your way into bed with me
two more times.
And then your really knew you had to stop,
we had to just be friends.
I didn't matter,
I was easy.
Two weeks later,
I'm with you for a weekend,
we're in bed again.
I don't know how to get people to love me
I just know how to get attention.
Easy.
That last day
you demanded an answer from the other girl
in your heart,
made her tell you if she wanted you,
and she said no.
So you asked me,
I said yes,
I didn't make you wait even an hour.
Easy.
I knew I wanted you.
it wasn't a complex decision for me.
Easy.
I met your family,
we all loved each other,
no drama,
no difficulty,
Easy.
Your grandfather died,
you knew I was there for you,
you knew that I'd hold you hand,
your family's hand,
I'd be right there,
ready to help with whatever you needed,
Easy.
Easy,
Easy,
EASY.
I didn't make him chase me,
I didn't make him wait.
I'm just a bit of fun attached to open arms.
No responsibility,
just forgiveness,
and love.
Easy.
I didn't put value on myself,
so neither did he.
I'm supposed to trust him,
but I don't.
Easy
