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?