My struggle

Do I pull and pry and fight threw these walls, tired and weathered with cracks all about. Not much resistance to provide, not against one as well versed as I. But do I force my way in, regardless of my good intentions I withhold, as my princess grieves I lay await. Threw the cracks you pain leaks out, each drop I catch and replace with a little piece of my love, one day washing away these walls. Longing to the day you run into my arms as my own.