Still Here Alone for You

Wed, 02/14/2018 - 12:14 -- Mateos

Maybe it's the way 

You hate me

That pulled my heart 

Closer to you. 


I am a flower 

Wanting to be a tree. 

It's too far 

For me to reach 

Like the love

You have for me. 


Layers of Anguish 

Etched on thick bark, 

Too Hard to take out. 

Green filled of disgust

And blooming pain

Come from the

seeds of my bones

Crushed along with

My patience shattered. 



This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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