Epiphany Tiffany

Do you miss dinner  at Tiffany’s. Or all the lunches   I’d pack you So you’d have something to eat I have a feeling  you still picture these things.  Perfect portraits of me nurturing.  Except looking back on the past  Isn’t healthy for me. Either is whiskey. It makes my thoughts run Chevy deep. So I order a double  While he’s staring at me. Poor thing has no clue, How this drink that he bought Is truly affecting me.  Cause I don’t miss you  until something makes me think. Then those thoughts in my head  make me take another drink. Fighting myself again  from doing stupid things. I don’t miss you, I only miss you when I drink.  Making me wanna chase you instead of the whiskey. But apple juice tastes better  than what ever fucking words  you’d speak.  Dialing up numbers  I still can’t delete. God damn it’s not my fault  what whiskey makes me think. Or how your voice in my head  still fucks with me. ...

Is that where you buy  your Marlboro reds? Do you look at the same stop light  I stop at everyday ahead? I can sense you’re not far. So please tell me why it still hurts,  Every time your existence  tugs at my heart. Cause it makes me wanna  run straight to the bar. To drink until your presence  drifts further afar. Until I find myself  at the same booth  we once sat. Remembering the time we  ubered back to your place instead.  I hate that every corner  has that one place on every street.  Is that where you take her  when you go out to dinner and eat? Funny how you used to  go there with me. But when I take my dates places, I think of those things.  I hate how I can’t go anywhere  without seeing your face. I also hate that when you left, my heart felt so easily replaced.  I wish you would’ve just had  a little more grace.  But you probably told her  that I was just a mistake.  Cause ...

A failed marriage. On a dead end street. Led to run away  in the dark. On my own bare feet.  I stood to catch my breathe,  noticing a dim light  illuminating ahead. With no time to pace my heart, that light captured my existence, like a damn flame captures a spark.  Sending two hearts on a marvelous charade. That led to falling in love. With hope inside my whole heart, I longed for him to be the one.  Truth is, What’s meant to be isn’t always so safe and sound.  Uphill battles lead to fabricating frowns.  Especially when life wrenches  our worlds upside down. Cause we aren’t acrobats, who just get right up off the ground. We could’ve called it quits, before anything else could’ve knocked it down.  But we gave us a shot. Then real life trauma struck. forcing the windows of our love to slam shut. And he ran away. Breaking my soul  so fragilely.  Leaving my heart alone  during tragedy. It wasn’t my fault  that fucking ha...