A Barrier Meant To Be Broken

Wavering

Love,

  I'm sorry I don't believe in me the way you do.
  You listen to me 
  Encourage me,
  The patience you have for me alludes me.

  It runs deep, your love for me.
  A passion I can sense.
  And I hope you can feel the intimacy between us.
  As easily as you can express your thoughts to me.

  Writing is a passion of mine
  It is my voice without sound
  Many years have I depended on the ink that understands the turmoil inside

  However, it comes with a price
  My physical voice is not strong
  Through you, I have learned the art
  Different levels of that type of communication we are

  Your view on the matter is that it's okay
  At first, I was self conscious.
  But you are charismatic.

  "We have different ways of expressing ourselves."
  You say to me.
  The warmth of your embrace comforts me.

  How can I last through the distance between us?
  When the truth is, I enforced it.
  Absence of you is clear to me now
  As destructive as my brain is
  You complete me
  Sooth me
  Never have you abused me

  And yet, as I struggle through my days
  Confidence in me wavers
  "You're better off moving on"
  I whisper to you.

  But you heard and held me.
  "Stop that, Love." You say.
  "I need you.
  You are my light just as I am yours."