That was nice.
Courtesy of yours and mine.
Always lifetimes in a second’s fly.
I really like you, still mean I love you, still know I can stand beside you, All True.
As for you, still a sense of hesitation is the presentation and with the peace I’ve acquired here’s what I don’t need to mention:
Feeling I’m around, just around, I’m not down to sink back into an existence of non existence.
You know, “Oh me? I’m home.” while the truth is next to me you’re resting your bone.
Around the clock messages and of I’ll never know.
It just isn’t how I believe appreciation for someone is shown.
That was nice, but here’s a line: I don’t think we’ve ever aimed towards with a shared bow and arrow, A Target.
We just hit, It, chill fit, dig it, but we never build it.
As the Fates have their way, we shared some space, even flesh.
How quickly we can undress and how slowly No or Yes questions are given anything but their answer.
Maybe I’m just filler, some form of thriller, a hole that gives oil to your driller, But I’m not Your One.
You know the concept, The One who makes anyone else just a poppet, because The One knows its One is their Home and no one can top it.
I admit it, I gave you the title, the throne, the belt and the sash, You’re that Man and for that you are thanked.
But I was told I was seen as anguished when you’re in my pic.
That can’t be Love.
I wake up saying He’s his ways and I’m mine.
He’ll never put me in a position to rise at his side.
The power is in the healing reaction: This woman for that no longer cry.
That was nice, always is, I even got a kiss but I’ve never been convinced by your intention.
You’ve never been convinced by Me.
I guess we’re really meant to write happy endings for separate stories.
The point is, if I, this, you can’t answer simply with “I’m exclusively committed to you and your well-being and the world knows” then the past has reappeared and I never sent it an invitation.
If my words and actions still are only good times throughout your days and nights, you never saw me as a real woman.
No criticism or judgment for real.
If I’m protecting me, you must know it’s with a truth sword and you I also shield.
“No more drama, no more pain.”
Most def no more Same.
I guess it’s your Move. Since we only play this as a game.
Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect