You stabbed me in the back, and expect me not to bleed.
Now every time you stand behind me you expect me to breath with ease,

You stabbed me in the back, and expect me not to see.
Though you sowed it up and closed it up its still infected, blue, and green.

You stabbed me in the back, and expect the pain to leave.
Still I feel the steel cut deep beneath cutting through every vain and stained your sleeve.

You stabbed me in the back, and now expect of me,
To walk *****, to talk correct, and to act like life’s lovely,

You stabbed me in the back, and I’m expecting you to see.
That you stabbed me in the back, and I’m trying not to scream.

You stabbed me in the back, but the one to blame is me.
I turned and left you cold and wet and expected you to plead.

I stabbed you in the chest, and expected you to smile at me.

-J.Cruz Hernandez

The sky last night was searching for the Moon,
Alone the sky roamed to the edge of the morning gloom,
The sky stayed in its place wondering where the Moon went,
But the Moon betrayed and played with Earth’s warm chest,

The Earth beckoned softly for the Moon to come down,
His words were lofty and soothed the Moons crown,
The Moon crept by the sky, smiled and said her goodbyes,
As the Earth waited patiently for both worlds to collide,

The Moon and the Earth hid deep below the crest,
The Earth kissed the Moons neck, the Moons chills broke a sweat,
The more the Earth took the more the Moon gave,
The more more that was stolen the more they both raged,

They both laid in the meadows of The Land of the Lost,
They both played together, they both vigorously tossed,
The Moon felt the Earths waves crash against her surface,
The Moon cried into the night and begged Earth for more tidal surges,

Both bodies entwined, Both worlds did collide,
The Moon caused Earth’s tsunamis, The Earth caused Moon to cry,
The Moon was exhausted, The Earth still stood strong,
But the sky sent wind for the moon, for she was gone for too long,

The Earth took the Moon,
Where she wished to go most,
The Earth takes the Moon,
When the Sky’s eyes are like Ghosts,

Empty

-J.Cruz Hernandez

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