If Loving You Was Easy
If loving you was easy,
Why am I bleeding?
Why is there a cut
Where my heart should be?
If loving you was easy,
Why are there poems
Written about a heart
Like the one you broke?
If loving you was easy,
Why am I still drowning
In those bright blue eyes
Of yours? Oh, Why?
If loving you was easy,
Why am I writing about
The heartache you caused
Since I was eight?
If loving you was easy,
Why do I still cry
For a loss that isn’t mine
But a loss that is yours?
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