Epiphany Tiffany

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...

I struggle not talking to you About things we believe. You’d validate How I felt. That it was okay, For me to be me. We’d laugh and talk for hours, About so many things. You’d say that you love me. And tell me I’m not crazy. But that’s no longer us. Thanks to reality.  You loved me for me. I loved you for you. I never thought,  One day I’d wake up, And the closest person to me, Wouldn’t be you.  I guess I didn’t want to believe, You weren’t really you. Cause you felt so fucking true. Every sign and coincidence, Validated that truth.  I really thought,  That heaven sent me to you. Synchronicities overwhelmed me, Nobody touched my soul like you . I guess that’s why  it’s so hard for me, To  make peace with the truth. I guess reality spoke, Higher volumes than  you. I guess life decided, It was time to face something new.  But I’ll still believe fate, Brought me to you. The more I think about it, You needed me more, Than I ever needed you. ...

You can’t rise above something if it’s eating you up inside. - “Tell me Lies” Reliving old texts. Upset with me, For my unhappiness. You brought her out, Then resented me for it. You turned your wrong doings. Into my hearts  fucking problems. All I did was love you. Until your choices and actions, Made me lose respect for you.  I still tried like hell. Fighting battles, That you didn’t even ask me to. After you relapsed. You said you’d try. But never saw it working  Didn’t you. Ghosting me. Every week. Just to come back, And tell me you love me. So why on earth would I think We were done, If you didn’t verbalize it  Properly to me.  Why would you even say It’s cause you didn’t  want to hurt me. Cause you did. Exploiting my emotions, Until I’d react.  Telling me, That I love to fight. I didn’t know you were  Causing my behavior Just to turn around and  judge that fucking character. It was pure torture. Coming and going, in and out of my everyd...