half-of-me is heart-to-see

it must have been truth
that final day
that careless day
a disguise of rejection
faded all forgotten tears
for you
              all
I
      could—not.

           pure sorrow
it was mere rogue
           near fall
when crystal cries
           deepened now
untold strokes truly rotten
and a love
        the love
you should’ve known
the love I should’ve—not
worn
torn
wronged.

Pablo Alejos Flores
@pabloalejosflo
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