Epiphany Tiffany

My storm is destructive, Yours fatal. I still fell in love, After how fragile I was, I was still able. You knew my past flaws and my biggest hurts. But promised me with those kind and calming words. That you wouldn’t be the same. But my heart feels the embers of what’s left of your Colorado wild fire flames.  You told me you wouldn’t leave no matter how hard it got. So my heart picked you and you threw it straight into a boiling pot.  And here I am left with the mess to clean up because of your insecurities. Turns out they all did that to me. But I still believed the lies that you spoke. Hoping that someone could contest to the doubts that I have come to know. But it turns out that I'm still right, Even when I wish that I would’ve been wrong, Being right doesn’t help me sleep any better at night. Because I’d rather be proved wrong a million times. Than to lose another lover in my life.  But you gave up on me and our dreams, Wh...

When you get grief for being yourself. Wanting to be free sometimes without catering to someone else. Because you deserve the time you get spend by yourself. You work so damn hard not to pay attention to you. Because you should be able to do anything you want to do,  Without giving someone else the power to dictate what is best or not for you.  Because you know your heart and soul is amazing. And this person will always be the only one complaining. Not allowing you to do simple things without a fight. Trying to force the words I love you down your throat and expecting you to say it back every time. But you keep giving chances. Because you can’t seem to wrap your own damn head around all of this madness.  Because you only see what’s good, not what’s bad. This is the problem and now look where you stand.  But the issue at hand isn’t "who I am". Yet they will always tell me ...