If Ever There Was...

This is one of the few poems where I wrote about myself. I had just read Sonnet 54, hence the canker blooms. I used this to express sort of a jumble of things from finding myself, to finding a home, to finding love.

If Ever There Was...
If ever there was a way to live
Where seeing the canker blooms
Meant smelling them too
I would want to live there.
If I could live in a world
Where you knew what you had to do
And when you had to do it
Then I would be there.

If ever there was a way to truly be
Someone you are not
And fool not only others but also yourself
I would be using it.
If I could change everything about me
Even my passion and my nature
For something, anything else
I wouldn’t be who I am now.

If ever there was a way to be sure
That I actually like you
And it wouldn’t question who I was
Then maybe I could let myself fall in love.
If I could fall in love
With you or someone like you
And I knew I was ready for it
Then maybe I wouldn’t stop myself.