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.
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