Fighting for love

I lie next to her asleep in our bed.
Trying to find a way to talk, to share, to care.
Mostly to express my love from deep inside my heart.
The angry man outside hides this love, inside a mask.
A mask so tight, it suffocates me, gasping for air minute after minute.
My lack of maturity shining through, showing my pain.
A pain so heartless and uncaring it bleeds my soul of all hope for love.
For me and for her.
It burns deep inside, scarring my heart, leaving an empty spirit fighting to live.

Fighting for love.