If I Were You

I would have cut the cord quickly
and looked away.
Harsh maybe, better than silence,
making me feel ill.

I would have exchanged roses
for a drink to keep me going.
Not bothered with pen or paper
to tell lies.

Not bought books to write
'what love means' inside.
They all have pages
missing.

Being you, I could not stand
to look at those eyes and feel
and know that you were
shaking at the thought of us.

Or speak to you
when beauty or love
or whatever it was
blinded me.

You and me,
once there was no join.
If I were you I would have told
myself to leave well alone.