Biyernes, Oktubre 26, 2012

Conditionals

If I stop wishing, this ends.

If I stop talking to you, you probably won't care.
If I were her, I wouldn't be as sad.
But, if I had stopped dreaming, I would've lost the dream
                                                                  the wish
                                                                  the prayer I fervently ask for
                                                                                                         but I didn't think
                                                                                                                         or stop
                                                                                                                         or pause.
If only I had stopped waiting, I wouldn't be here thinking of you
I'd be without you.


If I stopped, you wouldn't have noticed anyway.


***

If I say I'm ready, nothing changes.

If I say I'm ready, you probably won't believe me.
If I were her, I wouldn't be as lost.
Yes, if I had been ready, I would've told you
                                                         and her
                                                         and him
                                                         and everyone else in the world
                                                                                            but I'm not brave
                                                                                                             or honest
                                                                                                             or even sure.
If only I had been more sure, I wouldn't be here just thinking of you
I'd be with you.


If I were ready, you wouldn't have noticed anyway.

**

If I go fight for you, everything transforms.

If I go fight for you, you probably won't let me win.
If I were her, I wouldn't be as mad.
And, if I had gone and faced the music, I would've held your hand
                                                                               your face
                                                                               your gaze
                                                                               your heart with such tenderness
                                                                                                               but I didn't think
                                                                                                                       was not sure
                                                                                                                       pretended.

Pretended.
I didn't want you.


If only I had gone and braved the waters, I wouldn't be here just thinking of you
You'd be thinking of me too.

If I did fight for you, would you have even noticed?
Would you have even believed?
Would you have even cared?

*

Would I have ever won?
For if I weren't such a fool, I would've realized that my heart truly belongs to you.