How Hard The Fall Can Be

Oh how easy it is to slip into sorrow.

Oh how hard it is to find joy.

     Oh how long a heart can ache for.

Oh how fast is it to lose yourself in someone else.

   Oh how hard the fall can be.

Oh, Babe, how I love you with everything inside of me.

    Oh how I miss you with every cell in my body.

Oh how fickle the heart can be.

    Oh the miles between you and me.

Oh your eyes, Babe. Your eyes. Your eyes. My life lies in your eyes. 

    Oh how sweet your laugh is to me.

Oh how I long to see your smile again.

    Oh how terrified I am.

Oh how easy it would be for you to let me go.

    Oh how empty was I before you filled the holes in my soul.

Oh, Babe, how I wished you loved me . . .

    Oh how easy it is to believe the lies.

Oh how easy it is to try.

   Oh how easy it is to be with you.

Oh how hard it is to breathe without you.

    I wish you were here.

Hell, I just wish you were near.

   Oh I remember when Lizzie told Mr. Darcy that a bad poem can extinguish even the hottest of loves

    And oh how scared I’ve grown to write you a bad poem. I probably already have.

Oh how casual it can be for me to think of you and he 

   Oh how much pain that brings

Oh, Babe, on the good days you make me want to sing

   But on the bad days you make me want to write

And I love you so much

   I want to fight 

Oh my, I thought our love reached the sky

   Oh how quickly love can die

Oh how high

   How high

How high

   How high can I get

Before I die?

  Oh how easy it would be for you.

Oh how hot does this damn sun beat?

    I fear it’ll soon melt my wings,

And I won’t be novel to you anymore,

    And that the loneliness that comes with the distance

Won’t out-weigh how much you miss me . . .

    Oh how easy would it be for you to find the bed of another . . .

Oh how fast everything can change.

    Oh how easy it would be to be done with me before your last name even changed . . .

And oh, what kind of slimy villain I must be to paint you as anything but beauty.

Oh how easy it is to play the victim.  

Oh how easy it would be to blame you.

But, I know it wouldn’t be true . . .

And being true,

It is very important to me. 

Almost as important as you.

Oh shit, Babe,

It looks like all I really know is, 

I am falling in love with you.

And

oh how hard this fall is.

-CH 8/14/25

-CH 8/14/25