The thing about epiphanies is,
they happen after your mistake,
like realizing your stupidity
would make everything peachy keen,
jelly bean. It's also ambiguous.
Am I epiphanizing about how
he didn't know what he wanted?
No, too obvious. I was the only
girl, most days. Epiphany: I wasn't
the only girl, most days. Maybe it was
when I realized I loved him. Yeah,
it was about as romantic as
when Georgey Padilla put a worm
on my shoulder in A.M. kindergarten.
No, my sudden lucidity came
at a time after the pain
and confusion and heartbreak.
Current knowledge: I can't give
you what she can. You say such
pretty words to hide the ugly the
world slapped at you. The personified
versions of my journals must think
you're a complete asshole.
Epiphany: I still love you.