I envied her
For having had
All the beaches, streets and flights
Nights, mornings with breakfast
Fruits, fish and food poisoning
Every fancy pic in every fancy lot
And fighting, shouting, crying that followed it
Crashes, swears and even more bigger passion
Exhausting loop of hope and hopelessness
Life in a tiny studio suffocating each other
Love dying slowly into something like paternity
And time,
Above all these crazy things, yes time

That I never had, never could
Or never will maybe