Epiphany Tiffany

I used to believe in fake love. You know, that fairy tale version where my first love sweeps me off my feet and never leaves kinda one. I was practically on the edge of a cliff balancing my entire life, so I could cook him dinner every night. Because I just wanted to make him happy. That’s what made me happy. Still, I cried myself to sleep nightly, just to get rewarded to sleep next to him. Little did I know that sweep me off my feet kinda love actually did knock me off my feet. Not in the good way.  Now I believe in peace. I don’t fret over what’s not meant to be. I used to hold on so tight to everything I touched because I was so damn afraid to lose it. Now I need insurance for every thing I touch because I can’t quite seem to keep track of where it is. Maybe I’m just getting old. Or on to something here. Turns out, losing isn’t a bad thing. Losing is humbling. It’s humanitary. Losing actually taught me to be a better person. That winning and losing actually go hand in hand in lo...

I used to be so persistent. I cared about so much shit. But the older I get,  The more I forget.  So sometimes when I need to feel,  I pour a glass of Liquid assistance.  Then I’m swimming around the past,  Like a God damn queen. Sipping on ruby drinks. Crying over, Those nights I prayed for peace.   Wishing you were here with me. Flashing thoughts, Like paparazzi. Why won’t my memory  Forget everything? Cause honestly, You already lost conscious of me.  While my entire heart is a puppet,  Your carrying its strings. Searching everywhere for scissors,  But they are no where  in this dream. Nightmares that now taunt  my self-esteem. Babes come back to me.  No one knows the pain I’ve beared. When real shit went down.  You were there. Until I went through fucking hell, And you weren’t there. You weren’t there. You weren’t there. You weren’t there. Now if I only had a match to burn thoughts down. You’d be headed out of tow...