Failures

Sometimes I feel I can do nothing right,
Like every step I take is off a cliff.
In those dark times I try to keep in sight
My sole remaining savior in an if:
If you are happy or content with me,
If what I do did not offend your soul;
If you're content with what I've tried to be,
If you and I still make one complete whole,
Then I have done as I have needed to,
Even if the other things went wrong;
I have not failed if I have not failed you,
And not alone, since you've still come along.
So give me, dear, a sign I am OK
By telling me you love me anyway.