a little too easy for me
 
my therapist worries
that the suicide poems
come a little too easy
for me
 
that makes me laugh
 
she should be worried
how hard the love
poems are to come
to me
 
death is a natural ending
 
any hack can string
a few words together
on that
 
love is some fucking
mystery that seems to
slip away from me like
a hardened criminal
 
i know, it all comes
back to a shitty
childhood