This frustration is overtaking my ability to function properly,
I'm not depressed, but I do detest that this situation has unbalanced my harmony.
I lost a part of me, or did I let her go?
Was it me that could not see? It was I who closed his eyes and this I know.
I know that in that desperate act I was with good intentions.
I know that i mentioned many times how i planned to present it.
Did I plan too much? Did I put too much effort in the attempt to correct myself?
"Don't fix what isn't broken." That's how she expressed herself.
It was I that was broken not she who pleads with silent screams.
Was it selfish to leave simply to see if i could be the man of my dreams?
I dreamed of a King who would care for his Queen.
Shield her from pain. Dry her from rain, and kiss her so sweet.
I can no longer continue with this poem cause sugar is bitter.
Call me a quitter.
-J.Cruz Hernandez