Epiphany Tiffany

I’m not crying over you. I don’t wish I was riding shot gun  in your car sitting next to you. This bitterness only comes  when my path crosses you. I only wish I had a bottle of tequila  and lime  to go with the saltiness your presence endues.  But it's only noon. And seeing you actually helps me forget  the shit that my mind is currently going through. But then I see him  and he takes my mind off of you. It’s like a vicious circle  of a tad bit confused. Because I truly can’t stand  either of you. To tell you the truth,  enough tears have already been shed over you. That water well ran dry  the day I found out you said I do. And well,  he was the first obstacle within my view. I should’ve drowned in those tears  instead of letting him pursue. But that’s a whole other story  for me to come to terms to. Yet gladly,  I’m still not crying over you. I’m strong  because I know that I have no other choice but to b...

When you get grief for being yourself. Wanting to be free sometimes without catering to someone else. Because you deserve the time you get spend by yourself. You work so damn hard not to pay attention to you. Because you should be able to do anything you want to do,  Without giving someone else the power to dictate what is best or not for you.  Because you know your heart and soul is amazing. And this person will always be the only one complaining. Not allowing you to do simple things without a fight. Trying to force the words I love you down your throat and expecting you to say it back every time. But you keep giving chances. Because you can’t seem to wrap your own damn head around all of this madness.  Because you only see what’s good, not what’s bad. This is the problem and now look where you stand.  But the issue at hand isn’t "who I am". Yet they will always tell me ...

Today marks one year. For me being sober? No, that’s a negative. For us being together,  yes that it would’ve been. Cause I still sit  have a glass of wine or two. But not because I'm crying  anymore tears over you. These feelings aren't stemming  because I live with regrets. They are only because today, we’d be together for a year  if you didn’t do what you did. But I know that Gods timing  is better than mine. That’s why I have been solid  for all of this time. But it’s also human of me  to possess feelings like these. Especially because my heart was in it,  full heartedly. Just because a year together  is something we couldn’t have, Doesn’t mean I’m not going to remember the hurt,  Or feel sad. But a year is just a year  when you really think about it. And so much transpired in my life  without you in it. Yeah there were others that duped me Like you did this year. Like the first dude ...

"Don't downgrade your dream just to match your reality. Upgrade your conviction to match your destiny." - John Assaraf Resist the irresistible. And differentiate the impersonators. Evade from deception.  And absorb in all motivation.  Always be the inspiration. And never let the fear of rejection stop you from asking the question. Allow actions to define true perceptions. And don’t worry about what you can’t control, it’s not within your obligation. Allow yourself to always follow your heart. But do it gracefully and by being smart.  And always believe in yourself, No matter what type of cards you are dealt. Don’t ever underestimate,  always overcompensate. Just be who you are. Keep smiling even when you feel torn apart. And by all means when you love, do it with your entire heart.  Be kind and have compassion. You never know who you can help when you care about people in that kind of fashion.  Strive for success....

“True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does” -Torquato Tasso  Is love like gold? And how do you know whether or not its real or fake? Do you have to fall in and out of it to see the realness of it in the end? Or do you have to be  Not fooled by it  to figure it out? Besides what even differentiates real love and fake love anyway? Because unlike gold, there isn't a nitric acid test for love. Are we even in real love anyway? Because I truly feel like we aren't thanks to settling. And what really saddens me is that I have noticed so many people in these fake relationships that aren’t even happy or in love anymore, and are getting divorced and plain out mean to their “lovers” too much lately. What happened to that closeness? Is it completely gone? Does it even truly exist anymore? Sometimes I find myself wondering that. And that’s what worries me because I want to believe that it does. But it’s looking awful to society, because in re...

"One poem, three subjects, one woman"  - Harsh Truth. Your love was as strong as the pine-sol on the dirty floor. Leaving you felt like walking barefoot on holy water as I got closer to the door. I couldn’t even clean up the mess with our very own mop or broom, Instead I just ran like hell leaving every single thing there inside of our room. And I didn't even look back, I knew if I did you would try to get me to come back, And there was nothing left inside me to let you retract. Because I did my time, By doing what I thought was genuinely right. So when I got out I knew that I had to follow my heart, Turns out both of those things only left me alone in the dark. Yet I still permitted an old flame to be re-lit, That I now only repent for allowing it. I guess the true love that I thought was real turned out to be a sin, Now she has you so I guess she wins. But the truth is that nobody wins. Not you, not me, not her or him. I’d rather be told the harsh truth t...

"Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other." - Miguel De Cervantes Blue, your eyes so blue. Just like the way that I felt when you left the room. But my heart held back because I wanted it to be detached from you. Yet I felt your haze finding its way through my hearts heavily armed and guarded maze. I'm not sure that my army of soldiers were even enough to battle your vigorous strength. So I wasn't sure what to do. Because I couldn't admit to myself the way that I thought that I could feel about you. And my mind forgot to remind me to play it cool. When you laid right next to me inside of my room. So I lost control and let you consume. Because you made me want you so bad. That I couldn’t help but have you anyway that I realistically could have. And that energy ignited into a burning desire. And you made it all worth it, completely fueling my fire. And the feeling began to spark into a burni...