If the sun rose in the west
and set in the east,
Would I still light up your world?
If penguins marched in the north
and elves made toys in the south,
Would I still be your north star?
If I move a world away,
Will yours still turn for me?
I want you to dream of me
with eyes wide open,
I want you to give me
all I couldn’t give you.
Because I’m your siren, love,
Not your faithless wife,
And I don’t get the happy ending,
Just the sordid middle.
But I won’t go down without a fight.
© Richela Rosales Maroto 2018