If You Look Back, Recognize Where You're At - Poem

-
I can sit and reminisce.
Have a glass of wine and remember things you probably wish I’d forget.
But the truth is I’m perfectly fine.
Watching strangers and sipping my wine.
Because I already know why you came in and out of my life.
You fulfilled your purpose so I don’t ever think twice.

It just hits when I see lovers kiss right in front of me.
Making me think and hope that someday somebody I love would do that to me.
Truly, I haven’t latched onto him yet.
A lot of jokers but no King for this Queen to dazzle me yet.
'Cause I’m not rushing with the first fellow that tries to tie me down.
I’m seeking real love,
And that’s something my heart has neither lost nor found. 

I’m a believer in Gods timing and plan.
Why race down a bumpy road that leads me straight back to his solid paved path?
Truth is, I’m happy right where I’m at.
The grass isn’t greener.
But it’s tranquil and freer.
And I would’ve never relinquished the hell I was bearing on that matrimonial throne,
Hadn’t you been there to offer me a caring hand to hold.
So I could never hate you for any of that.
I’m just grateful because if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be where I’m at.

Sure along the journey I might have reeled in the broken and mad.
Deceived by their looks,
But learned their truths quickly and threw 'em straight back.
I don’t give up just because of one bad catch.
I’m smart enough to be cognizant of that.
I’d love to find the one who can tame this beautiful beast.
But I’ll teach a hippopotamus how to swim before I settle for less than what I truly believe.

I envision love to be dancing in the kitchen pretending we’re in the street.
Laughing so hard he’ll know exactly why he chose me.
And I’ll look at him with a look my eyes have only for his.
That’ll tell myself he’s the reason I waited so patiently just for this.
And all of that time sipping wine watching strangers kiss,
Only prepared me for someone I never imagined I’d get so lucky to find myself with.

So this dream I’ll keep chasing instead of an empty soul to touch whenever it’s cold.
I’d rather sit forever on the bench,
Than to stroll around with somebody that my soul doesn’t even know.
To live my purpose filled with hope.
Rather than star in someone else’s orchestrated show.


Written by: Epiphany Tiffany 

Popular posts from this blog

Let Them.

-
"Who fucked up and made you single" -Some Dude I'll never understand why people do what they do. That’s why I fucking let them. Yeah, the let them concept can sink pretty deep when their choices don't align with our desires. But I like to think of rejection as Gods protection. Even if they reject you in the worst possible way. Let them. Even if it breaks your heart. Let them. Obviously, there are limitations. We still got to be kind humans. Don’t let anyone put you in a place where you are risking your moral compass values 0r fucking safety just to let them. It’s mainly the concept of freeing yourself from their burdens that makes this so powerful. Allowing yourself to not worry what they choose, because honey, if it isn’t you, why would you fight for someone who isn’t fighting for you? Let them choose what they choose. Let them do what they do. If you can at least understand that you’ll see how powerful letting them and letting God truly can be.  Of course, I underst...
Read more

Veteran of Heartache

-
Is it maturity, or five heartbreaks that make us braver for the next? Are we numb? Are we just jaded? Or are we really that much wiser due to all of our tragical ending experiences. Can we really smell bullshit from a mile away? Or is it self-fulfilling prophecies that keep us reliving the same cliches? Is our prior experience in love failures causing us to steer clear from love altogether, because we are afraid to lose again? Or are we truly that good at detecting future failures. I know I have truly learned a lot from my priors. But what if the common denominator is always THEIR insecurities…not mine.. Am I at failures fault for being secure with myself? For loving purely? For being a damn good woman? Not one bit. But I will say, my reactions when the mask comes off aren’t always charismatically chipper. When Prince Charming himself suddenly becomes the wicked dragon how else would any princess react?   The issue here is, we are all good women. We don’t want to believe the man th...
Read more

Disenchanted.

-
Zero to one hundred. Rockets my emotions. Feeling somewhat, Disconnected. Making me, Teleport confusion. Even though, He don't give me a reason. How could he, He’s pretty damn fuckin amazing. Maybe it's the residue, Loving you,  Left me with. But I won't let it make me, Disenchanted. Cause it was you, Who called me crazy, For simply reactin. I won’t be triggered by fears, You fuckin created. I let that shit go, When we fuckin ended. When life kept on flying. With or without, My ride or dyin' I never stopped. I kept on going. Where I am now, People tell me, I'm glowing. You burdened my gains. As if trust and faith, Were perfectly fine to  fluctuate. Love doesn't play games, Or make moves like checkmate. Love shouldn't make, A heart deflate. It should, Uplift and hydrate. So I won't let feeling , A new thing, Make me scared straight. Maybe loving the crooks, Underlined all my mistakes. Even if my hearts,  All gas and no breaks. I'll never be jaded. I...
Read more