Confessions

I'll admit,dear,
the nights are long.
So cold, so lonely,
and my days
aren't much better.
I'll admit,love,
that you still twist my tongue,
still tie me into knots.
With your every word,
I grow wings, and I fly.
I'll admit,babe,
that without you,
there doesn't seem to be enough air.
When I hear your voice, it's a relief,
because I can finally breathe.