We were the hopeful.
Ever-delusional, with rose-coloured lenses
over blind eyes.
The honest truth?
One only self-admitted, jotted quickly in a hidden book;
Or within a constant thought that ran the mind crazy in lieu of sleep.
A happy ending will not dare show itself
to those who strive to convince themselves that they are already living it.
Reality may take our breath away with its many disappointments.
But existing in it is truly freeing;
only then do we know that this ending
will be a happier one.
We control it now.