Those words,

It’s like they reached over and into my eyelids, and pulled at my tears.

It hurt,

The way they vigorously fought for what seemed a few years,

I turned,

Against my beloved, cause nothing. No, nothing would crack open my piers,

And I learned,

That these words are my life, this hear is my wife, and I’m nothing without her. She vanquished my fears,

I stopped,

And looked at the tears deep in my eye,

Distraught,

They begged not to go. They pleaded me, “why?”

They fought,

They were alone, as I stepped away, alone in this fight.

They dropped,

They slipped and they dripped for the words had their might.

Betrayed,

My tears held on dear to the branch of my pride.

Betrayed,

I cut that branch and my tears knew not why,

Betrayed,

Because I in my selfishness wished words by my side.

Betrayed,

Because they needed to go. Because I needed to cry.

These words are my everything. These words that I write.

-J.Cruz Hernandez