if i thought
the world was better
if i thought
life was easier
if i thought
death was further
if i thought
love was painless
if i thought
all lies were the truth
if i thought
you were the One
if i thought
you were still here
if i thought
nothing of fear
if i thought
bravery was an asset
if i thought
books were books
and not air
if i thought
you still missed me
if i thought
everything
was only what you think
everything
is
if i thought
i was just a fancy
graze
like everyone else
if i thought
the sea
was an ocean
and not my love
and that the moon
was only a planet

i wouldn't be
writing
poetry