Sometimes–
I feel that I've tried too hard–
Then that I may not have tried hard enough–
That my mistakes have been multiplied–
Unified in creation of a weapon of unconscious destruction–
Of love–
My love
That weapon–
A sword created dull with only my minor mistakes–
Used with flawless precision–
To make my love bleed out into friendship–
Stabbed countless times over and yet I stood–
Didn't wither from loss of your love–
Stayed standing in hope–
That's all that kept me standing. . . hope–
To return–
–Daniel F. Cedeno