Una mujer decepcionada
Foto de mi propiedad
Y Como no me iba a enamorar de ti con todas esas cualidades que me invente mientras me enamoraba
porque en verdad fueron mis ilusiones que me hicieron ver amor donde nunca lo hubo.
Para mi fueron verdades todas tus mentiras
Porque tuviste que haber sido tu amor mio
Quien me mostrara mis vulnerabilidades, mis miedos y mis apegos.
Por qué tú, si en tus besos me sentía tan cómoda y tan segura...
Tal vez fue eso, la seguridad que sentía estando junto a ti
Oh amor mío
Ahora estoy aquí noctambula y embriagada en dolor...
Nunca fuiste quien pensé
Porque me enamore de alguien que solo existio en mi mente
Porque en mi mente eras perfecto, eras el príncipe azul.
Contigo comprendi amargamente que en el amor no hay certezas no hay garantias, que todo esto es un juego a perder.
Pero aún así somos tan masoquistas que nos lanzamos en este juego para luego quejarnos de lo que ya sabemos.
Lo peor de todo es que esto es un dolor que no mata. Porque nos enseña.
Pero mientras enseña duele mucho el corazón.
Algún día llegará el momento que gritare al espejo que ya te olvidé
Pero hoy me tocó perder
Escrito propio e imágen propia.
English
A disappointed woman
Photo of My propiety
And how could I not fall in love with you with all those qualities I invented while I was falling in love
because in truth it was my illusions that made me see love where there never was any.
For me, all your lies were truths
Because you should have been my love
Who showed me my vulnerabilities, my fears, and my attachments.
Why you, when I felt so comfortable and so safe in your kisses...
Maybe that was it, the security I felt when I was with you.
Oh, my love.
Now I'm here, a night owl, drunk with pain...
You were never who I thought you were.
Because I fell in love with someone who only existed in my mind.
Because in my mind you were perfect, you were Prince Charming.
With you, I bitterly understood that in love there are no certainties, no guarantees, that all of this is a game to be lost.
But even so, we are so masochistic that we throw ourselves into this game only to complain about what we already know.
The worst part of all is that this is a pain that does not kill. Because it teaches us.
But while it teaches us, it hurts our hearts a lot.
Someday the moment will come when I will shout at the mirror that I have already forgotten you.
But today it was my turn to lose.
Own writing and own image.
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