Hurting because of my butterfly

As I sit here in silence,
I wonder what I've done wrong,
you say nothing the matter,
But I know that not the truth,

I lay here and I wonder,
why your so silent and distant,
but you wont reveal,
what's on your mind in that instant,

I'm worried and I'm scared,
Of my butterfly  for another time,
that I'm about to lose you,
Even though your in my heart for all of time,

I wish you would just talk to me,
Like you ask me to do all the time,
It's not fair that you get to pick,
When you get to reveal your feelings 

I've done everything you've asked,
and more that you haven't, 
I've tried to better myself, 
For our marriage,

Why is it so hard,
for you to talk to me,
Especially since I'm trying,
To open up to you,

You are my world,
My worldly desire,
If it wasnt for you,
I would even be here right now,

I know this doesn't rhyme,
poems don't always  have to, 
But a poem this is,
for my wonderful wife,

I'm not the best,
I'm not the greatest,
But I keep hoping,
your my last,

Your starting to make me think,
That I'm not the last thing,
That you think at night,
And the first in the day,

It hurts my heart,
That you wont talk to me,
Wheme all that I want,
is for us to be,

To be whole and together, 
And in each other lives,
but your silence doesn't bode,
Much of a desire,

To keep going on,
Especially when you push me away,
out of your world, 
Where I've made my domain,

Please let me know,
what's wrong with you,
I cant fix what's wrong,
or make you feel better without you,

Telling me whats the matter,
Why you're so far away,
if I don't know what to fix,
then my mind is in dismay,

I cant think right and cant sleep right,
Because something is wrong,
And I don't know what,
Or how to react to it all.