Torment

There was a time when my life had definition, my responsibility to you was lifes only ambition. I've always felt as if I had to watch my step. Can you picture yourself at all in my stead? Both of us biting our tongue to keep the peace, to avoid conflict with everyone though would never cease. Did we even have control of anything from the start? Was it some grand scheme with both of us playing a part? I honestly think we both carried a subliminal fear, afraid to face it, yet loose all we hold dear. This phase in our lives is such torment, wondering if it's worth it on how it's spent. My love for you lacks complete understanding of why we're divided, the direction of my mind and heart I wish was better guided.