Epiphany Tiffany

Sitting here, Thinking about you, I hate that I do. The beauty was real, Hell, the hell was too. How do I forget a love  So brutally true, So black and blue So living out our dreams,  And the fucking hell it put me through. You tore me open, Just to see what’s inside. Naming it love,  Til I slowly died. Building forever, On broken lies. Claimed I, Ruined your life, When I was just trying  To fucking survive. I guess I thought,  The pain was proof that it’s real. But all I feel now, Is a wound that won’t seal. Every song, every street,  Every somebody new, Still bleeds your name, Still reminds me of you. In the back of my mind,  In the beat of my chest, You’re the curse I survived, But never fully laid it to rest. Still waking up. Reaching for your skin. Half-asleep,  Half-drunk on what’s been. Your laugh echoes, Through the cracks of my soul, Whispering lies, That once made me feel whole. But even in th...

Ever wonder why bad things happen to good people? Or why good things fall into the laps of the shittiest?  Meanwhile, I’m out here, some kind of saint strolling down Murphy’s Law Lane, where anything and everything that can go wrong, does.  So yeah, you keep truckin’ through the rubbish, damn well knowing you’re just digging through dumpster fires, naming trash treasure. Hell, maybe life is just a mountain of crap sprinkled with tiny specks of glittery happiness.  Am I really out here digging through this dump called life just to find glittery shit? Yeah maybe. Because I get it. Sometimes  seeing the good in people is the only thing that keeps you digging. As if happiness is buried beneath some harrowing dungeon, guarded by nasty ass dragons, and in the back corner, there it is. Happiness looks like some six-footed, kind eyed sexy creature dripping with mystery. And you’re curious. Curious enough to walk through stank ass dragon fire breath just for seven glittery se...

“ Be still and know that I am God" Psalm 46:10 An innocent bystander, Still crashing into you at the bar. I was a dead woman walking, You still had me from the start. Now I tread water. Holding my breath, Through my feels. You still fled the scene. Leaving me to decipher, What’s really real.  And as much as I wish, You’d  tell me you’re okay. With or without me, I still want you, To have, A big smile on your face. I still hope  You have, A good fucking day. Just thinking about you, Still makes my heart, Go fucking insane.  I still pray for you. Not knowing, If you’re alright. It’s in gods hands. But I still wish, You’d put up  a fight.  Now here you are s ayin, You owe me An explanation. Does it even matter, What fucking happened. I can’t, Turn my cares off.  I wanna trust, All your reasons. Damn you  still Make my heart feel like, It’s NFL post fucking season.  I still care for you.  It’s still fucking true. Even if I no longer know, Wh...