easy

'hate myself for the damage, but don't think twice about causing it.

it feels so good at the time, yet turns so regretable later.

always, so eager to inflict. when done, so easy to sulk over.

so difficult to say "won't" so easy to renege on the word.

how easy it is to loathe self; troubling this love with self-hate.

are we quick to fall down? why so diffident to embrace joy?

how different do you think it would be, if turned 180 around?