If I had known where
dreaming would take me
—I would have stopped
before I beganIf I had known how
failure of expectations
would make me feel
—I would have chipped
off the smallest happiness
I could back thenIf I had known why people
prefer those who behave
a certain way that I don't
—I would have stopped acting
to get people to like meIf I had known what message
would I be preaching or
what instinct would I be fighting
—I would have told myself
to start long agoIf I had known when I
would scrape away the wish
I held on to for so long
—I would have stopped
hoping long agoIf I had known where
dreaming would strand me
—in this barren fields of
endless hunger and death—
I would have not started
what I did nor moved from
where I beganIf I had known that what
made me feel alive
would eventually kill me
—I would have stopped
dreaming long ago
ESTÁS LEYENDO
an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
Poesía❝𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢�...