Dead End Street
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 happened to me.
It struck my life just like death.
But his absence was the only reason
my heart felt like a fucking fatal mess.
Then T-shirt’s and sleepovers
Turned into sleepless nights.
My happily ever after
sailed off in the ocean
of my involuntary cries.
It felt like my heart was evicted.
Rushed out of its home.
With no one there to contest to,
I had no choice but to let go.
Then watch my number one person,
become someone I used to know.
It still hurts me to think,
where can my heart run to.
When it has nowhere to go.
Funny though,
He said he would never hurt me.
I guess something’s
are harder to say.
His oxygen fueled the flames that burned us.
My heart became a wild fire
tattooing eternal flames.
Time still passed as my life remained stagnant.
On a long road full of tears.
All those horrifying moments,
made me face my biggest fucking fears.
Now he’s probably laughing on some mountain.
While I’m drowning through the years.
I bet he’d never admit that
he still wishes I was here.
To cook him extravagant dinners,
or talk once more on the phone.
Once the storm passes
It’s still hard to let go.
And I bet he wonders what could’ve been
if he would’ve stayed.
Knowing myself,
I'd probably answer
giving him the fucking time of day.
I'm still thankful that it led me
to a dead end street.
This time I didn’t run in circles.
I swam through the trenches.
And that led me to peace.
I finally stopped crying.
I really wish that he could see.
And stop hating himself.
For what happened to me.
"Dead End Street"
Written by: Epiphany Tiffany