I Keep fighting.

Fighting the voices in my head.

They keep agonizing me of

Who I am and who I want to be.

I use every inch of

My strength to block them out.

But you tear me down

Like the walls of Jericho.

You are Joshua. I’m

Just the battle, I want

To be free but grace

Is not sufficient for me.

The scars that linger

Around me day after day,

Dealing with the constant

Anguish of the perplexity

Of the question. Do you still

Love me?

Me, you, we are one.

Your happy days are mine

My sad days are yours

But you make the separation

More taunting.

But the more our eyes meet,

And our skin touch, the more

I become more you than me.

And you become the person for me.