Liquid Assistance

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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 town.
I would stop dating dumb ass clowns. 
And finally stop fucking breaking down. 

Every time this red creeps in my veins,
I’d stop writing down your name. 
Have a sip and walk away,
From all those tragic 
glorifying days.

But this liquid assistance
Thinks of you.
Riding toys and beautiful views.
Starry nights under haloed moons.
Home cooked meals I cooked for two.
Everything that happened 
Inside our rooms.
Our dumb like minded side of views. 
Why can’t I lose consciousness of you?
Liquid assistance,
Please help me fucking forget him too. 


Written by Epiphany Tiffany. 

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