Life had a simplicity before I met you,
a simplicity I loathed yet
Life could be counted on
to give me Cheerios in the morning and
insomnia at night,
to take me to class day in and day out,
to be full of highway-noise and simple wallpaper,
big smiles and pleasant pleasantries and sameness.
Life was the hours of idleness, the
cockroach on the wall,
the cut while shaving in a fogged-up mirror,
the daily muscle-fatigue in the gym
for the sake of girls who never cared.
Life was a pleasant blur, and I was a tin man.
Now everything has changed.
I love you.