epiphany

Lavender pages
They make me feel special
They make my voice sound unique
They print a purple mark on me.
I am a foreigner here.

Constantly deeply asleep
Watching dilemma walk in
Filling the air with glitter for me
Maybe I’m wrong cause I love all things shiny
Clearly don’t fit in to how they define me
How do I tell sequence from diamonds
If I don’t know what to buy with them?


I daily die of being insincere
And words in time they disappear
My lovers tried to change me
Still I’m here

Eyes widely open 
Shamelessly dreaming
Of California that I’ve never been to
Watching the waves licking my skin
And it comes to the peak of the scene
I stand on the cliff about to dive in
Does the paradise die in 1-2-3?

What if it’s never meant to be?
How I relive the cruelty
Of Artistry

I prefer sugar- free
But melancholy
Is sweet

I stand still
on the sidelines of my poetry
I’m just like Stephanie
In that movie

I would always rewatch it and grieve
For everything that I used to be
Everything that I could have been
Knowing it still beats inside of me
Turning my madness into epiphany.