Yalisa Matos
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I write what I think is poetry. I write about my life i don’t speak, so when you read I hope you know you’re sitting here understanding me.
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At least I can love
At least I love. I met someone who had brown eyes. He was soft, warm, he seemed like the honest kind. I’m glad I was able to love someone that much. Like look at me, I was loving him proudly even when his affection drifted silently. So this isn’t a heartbreak, this is a lesson. I have a loving heart now, that’s the blessing. A billion people on this earth, and my love was poured onto you. I hope you pass it down to the person you choose. I hope I made a mark on your life that would last forever. See, that would’ve been the only way we’ve lasted together. Even if not in person or with physical touch. It would be spectacular to know you can love someone that much. This isn’t a heartbreak, just another passionate lesson that was learned. Because to love someone as much as I did means that love was earned. The truth hurts, I understand, but heartache turned to heartbreak. While I’ll use that fuel that you ignited within me. I’ll thank god on how beautiful it is to love someone passionately. It was real, and the laughs were loud. At least from my end, I could say that I’m proud. Loving someone means you chose too. Love isn’t a credit that is given when it’s due. That’s why I am not heartbroken or shattered. I am fully honored and truly flattered.
By Yalisa Matos6 days ago in Poets
“Can’t you see?”
They miss-behave. You beg, you plead. That you don’t want to be this way. You hit, you scream. They’re not the one to blame. You’re the one with the guilt and shame. They’re innocent. They don’t understand. It was you who decided to run from Gods plans. So you’re on your knees, tears in your palms. You cry here to question God. The reflection of tears you hold in your hand. You finally see the pain your actions bring to them. You’re angry, broken, confused. You harbor grudges. Forgiveness is something you refuse. Your actions now are why they’ll say you have a few loose screws. Okay, you know his face when he lies. But can you know the real reason behind why your child cries? Haven’t you had enough of the disguise? You need to take accountability. And times that by three. None of your trees came from the same seed. Something’s you can’t take back, but you can claim. “Yes, I had faults, yes, I’m to blame.” Take that breath and release that debt. Breath now before it’s exploding out of your chest. And you didn’t find the time to change. You couldn’t leave nothing to their name. Your mother’s bad habits became your gain. You’re passing down the guilt and shame. You pour it onto your son and daughters. Who’s to blame if they look like their fathers? Look in the mirror; they shouldn’t look like you. They won’t live your life through their eyes. Why is it on them to live your life twice? Change so you can be better than this. Change so everything can be put to rest. Change so they can FINALLY have what’s best.
By Yalisa Matos16 days ago in Poets
