It's Hard

I can’t remember a time when it hasn’t always been hard, to be honest;

Save for a few pulsing moments in an overextended love long forgotten;

I’m upfront about it with anyone stumbling along the path toward intimacy;

Not like I could even hide such a glaring and inconvenient impenetrability.

It’ll be hard at any point when you wake up, hard when you come home;

It’s hard when we send each other cute little voice notes on the phone;

No matter what fantasies your sweet sanguine mind attempts to cook up;

Thank you for trying, but I’ve always been, and always will be, hard to love.