What if I became "the real me" just to meet you again.
What if I gave up my streak of perfection because,
Seeing you winning makes me happier than fueling my own ego.
What if I defended you to the death and didn't lose hope,
What if I didn't lose you?
Maybe my life would've been better.
Maybe there isn't a need for me to cling
On weird attachments with certain women.
— KAYRU
YOU ARE READING
An ako Mirasol
PoesíaReal life isn't neatly divided into a sequence of stories where each one has definite end. So, the question of whether or not real life has happy endings is moot. It really just depends... which moment you want to call it "endings".
