Thanks to Reality

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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. 

I don’t think I could ever,

Forget or forgive you.

But God brought me here,

So I know I’ll somehow get through. 


I wish I could say,

The same shit for you. 

You can numb every ounce of your pain,

But you can’t erase your damn thoughts.

Trust me I tried for myself,

But it only pissed me more off. 


Cause you knew I was worth,

Taking home to your mom.

You even told her,

I can’t lose her I love her.

Then broke my fucking heart.

All cause your drug told you,

It had something better.


I’ll never be able to unsee,

Everything I saw. 

I’ll never be able to look at you.

Without breaking the fuck down.

I still loved you.

While you let me watch you fade out. 


I cried every damn day.

Some days I still do. 

Even though you’re gone,

I still worry about you. 

I still can’t be with somebody new.

I can’t handle the sadness,

Whenever I recall the new you.


People tell me I’ll move on.

But my heart wanted you. 

So I’m glad you fucked me over,

Because I would’ve loved you,

Til you told me not to. 


Baby, I love you.

Astrayed my vocabulary.

I guess it’s ok to tell people I’m single,

When they fucking ask me.

I never wanted any of this, 

No, not really. 

But it is what it is.

Thanks to reality. 




Written by Epiphany Tiffany. 

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