often I wish I was good at something else
often I wish I was just a regular guy
often I wish I was someone else
often I wish I could break the girl’s hearts easily and leave them there
without regrets
without remorse
but if I were someone else
I wouldn’t feel these tectonic plates shifting under my skin, like one poet said
forming a new continent
making me want to call it by your name
If I were someone else
I wouldn’t dream of walking through the snow together with you
pulling up your sleeve
gently tracing your goosebumped skin with my fingertips
reading it like braille
whispering your favourite poem into your ear
If I were someone else
I would be braver
I would be louder
I would be careless
I would be someone else