I wish I didn ’t love, I wish I couldn’t love by Milos Petrovic

 

I wish I were a horse, so they could kill me

If I broke my leg,

I wish I were a fly, lizard could cram me,

I wish I were a dragonfly, so,

with the dark, death would come to me,

I wish I were Jesus, so they could crucify me.

I wish I didn’t love, I wish I couldn’t love.

 

I wish I were a river, so I could dry,

I wish I were the Sun, to burn the ground

And to turn it into firebrand, to seen,

I wish I were the most beautiful flower, and then to fade,

I wish I were a spring, to flow in, at the moment.

I wish I didn’t love, I wish I couldn’t love.

 

I wish I were a bridge, to separate,

I wish I were a dream, to have an end,

I wish I were a candle, to burn myself,

I wish I were an executioner, to kill myself.

I wish I didn’t love, I wish I couldn’t love.

 

I wish I were a fish, to chase the lure and the net,

I wish I were a snake, to stretch out under the axe,

I wish I were a virgin, to lose my virginity again,

I wish I were a bird, to land in someone else’s nest.

I wish I didn’t love, I wish I couldn’t love.

 

 

 

Hello, my name is Milos Petrovic (24 years old). I am a poet and poetry performer (jazz & poetry sessions) from Serbia, former Yugoslavia (South Eastern Europe). I studied philosophy and Serbian language & literature in Belgrade. I have over 4,000 pomes that have not yet been published. I do not attend to publish any of my work here in Serbia any more, because conditions are very bad for self-governed artists of any kind.

In the year (1999) when I finished high school I published my first book and two years later my second book was out. I was declared as the most talented poetry writer in the last 25 years in my city. I won one national and several local poetry awards. Of course, every fact I wrote previously, can be documented. majamilos035@yahoo.com