Could I?

If I wrote it down,

Could I hide it?

If I cried my eyes out,

Could I forget it?

Up, on the stacked balconies

Of lonesome despair,

If I screamed what’s left

Of my heart,

Could I unfeel it?

If I willed myself,

Could I breathe in?

Could I unlearn this,

If I wished?

Now, that I have learnt about it.

Could I?