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Zaire Mendez Poem
Cause you see no one gets how hard it is to fix back into shape when you’re broken,
Shattered,
I think it’s just mathematically, scientifically impossible to get the pieces back perfect,
Because in the process some pieces may have been lost,
Lost and cannot be found,
Cause I found it was so hard to every get over you,
But it looked so easy to you,
Cause maybe you never feel as deep as you said you did,
I fell deep into your lies and your beautiful eyes and it’s just so hard to move on,
Hard to move on, because you left piece of your soul inside me, the exact moment you decided to get inside me,
Despite our use of protection, it didn’t protect the sexually connection,
No it’s not an internet connection that you can easily disconnect from, but it’s almost permanent,
Yes you permanently hurt me ,
And you watch me with those eyes and that grin cause I, the fool gave you the thing,
The thing that I promise that I wouldn’t give until marriage,
I willingly disobeyed God for you,
Cause you became my God,
I worshipped you,
I loved you with every inch of me,
And now we’re inches from being strangers and I have to get over you,
I’m sure to be careful next time around,
Because I can’t afford to break the pieces of my heart that are left dangling .
Copyright © Zaire Mendez | Year Posted 2016
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Slowly drifting, drifting away, and it feel likes I’m drowning.
I'm drowning, my eyes are drowning every time they surf into the world of pleasure,
Seas and seas of bodies creating electricity yet God hasn’t struck me for such sin,
Come closer, Come closer, I freeze as I lose my soul to the enemy, the screen, the bodies I’ve never touched,
This encounter leaves me feeling so ashamed and afraid.
What if they know?
Would they think I’ve changed my nationality?
Would they now think I live in a country of red ,orange, yellow, green, blue, violet.
Heal me, but every time I receive the baptism, I progress into a another stage of sickness,
I envision myself, my body, that I see in such high regard, hanging highly from the ropes of betrayal,
They made me thought that it was okay
Is that you last words? God looked at me as he was ready to pass his judgement.
Yes father,
And my body transformed into the place I belong,
A sea of fire,
And this time I wasn’t sure how to swim, and as I take my last breath and reminisce, I realized I've been here all along, it didn’t burn this bad, maybe because the world leaves you to believe that you have a thick skin and no heart.
I was born sick, I don’t love it, command me to be well.
Copyright © Zaire Mendez | Year Posted 2016
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the closeness of his skin-- no longer made me tingle
Copyright © Zaire Mendez | Year Posted 2016
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Didn't they tell you that growing up was going to be an injustice?
The picture we paint in our heads about life grows dim,
It's as though depression was in shipping for eighteen years and finally arrived at our doors,
The only person we have is our shadows,
And even in the darkest times it disappears and leave us,
If I had known this earlier, I would've stayed in my mother's womb,
Because even after the age of two the responsibility got too heavy,
And as each birthday rolled along, it was as if I was receiving a next box to hold on my back to hold me back,
And no, I'm not talking about gifts here,
I never felt like it was a gift being here,
And I'm happy for you if you beg to disagree,
I'm happy for you if you still dream,
And I'm happy for you if your life is a bed of roses,
But if you only walk in my room and happen to lie on my bed,
Then you'll realize that my garden wasn't given the same love and affection as yours,
My garden probably wasn't watered everyday,
My bed of roses refused to grow,
And all I'm stuck with are corpse flowers and weeds.
(Accepting Critics) :)
Copyright © Zaire Mendez | Year Posted 2017
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There is beauty in my leaves,
Steadiness in my roots.
I will continue to blossom as I feed upon the radiant energy shone my way.
I will not wilt,
I will not die,
Even when I bow my head,
I would a thousand more times.
Copyright © Zaire Mendez | Year Posted 2017
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A love poem to my one and only,
Dear Love,
I hate the fact that you immediately think that I am about to boast your ego,
I hate that you know that I'll always come running back to you,
I hate how my thumbs dance over my screen everytime I am texting you,
I hate being in your presence because the butterflies in my tummy misbehave,
I hate that I have to fight so hard for your attention,
I hate the way my tongue goes up and comes back down to say i love you,
I hate the fact that I am writing to you,
I hate you,
But in all honesty,
I just hate the way I love you...
Signed,
The one who'll always love you.
Copyright © Zaire Mendez | Year Posted 2018
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