Legacy of burned bridges and bad vibes
No Thanks.
Remember, you’re an ant’s kneecap
When you build and inspire smiles
You’re the ant’s heart
The only ones who hurt me
Are the ants I love
I wish we could have seen each other’s best
Alas we were aligned to expose our worst
The teacher is the hurt
Strangers who destroy others are no less vicious than hurt ones who hurt close ones
The pleasure is in recovery
Your freedom from jealousy
No longer harming others because of your insecurity
Your freedom from addiction
No longer fearing the reality of
Imagine being happy for others
Because you’re happy for you too.
Those ringing alarms are gone
I am no longer surrounded by harm
Another’s jealousy, addiction, misery
I freed myself of assisting in their recovery
No is the RSVP to another’s misery.
I’ll always care but a soul sacrifice for a victim in love with that mentality
Is insanity.
Yes is the RSVP to my misery so I can realize in its presence, finally,
I Got Better Things To Do.
You who loved and hurt me.
Who was loved and hurt by me.
I’ll always pray for your realization
I’m a passing ant.
My core remains unseen
The most misunderstood ant
Is the rebel
Seemingly carefree and uncaring
Because its way of being
Isn’t yours or customary
It takes courage to carry elephants on your back
Others want to understand the how, the why
But first, let’s remain focused on them.
The only ones who hurt me
Are the ones I love.


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.