Twisted Love

A pretence of sleep, a steady breath.
Your touch is warm and full of love
But I remain cold.
There is love here, but patience is thin
And we are stretched out.
I feel you doubt my heart
And I go back to the start.
Stark.
My conscience comforts me like a blanket.
To purge this, I purge you
And I am left outside.
Cold bricks divide our bed
And I am too weak a destroyer to tear down this wall.
Too afraid of all that it will bring.
You are singed and silent
And the quiet creeps in,
Into the still of this disquiet.
I feel you withdraw -
And the space between us grows cold.
Old problems die hard.
The scars are deep, the net is weak,
My voice is gone, I cannot speak.