Stuck

Stuck.

The way you’re focused on me makes me tick... in a good way.

It’s like tug of war.

You pull, I pull back.

Never meet in the middle.

Never balanced.

You push, I pull.

Aren’t we tired?

I can feel the love.

But how easily you take it from me has me down.

What are you doing?

Is this funny?

Lost.

Stuck.

Tired.

Your touch sends electricity running through my body.

Tingles.

Goosebumps.

My skin turns cold.

Who are you?

Ongoing conversations but all the same.

Every day.

Every time. ya know?

Wait. No.

Our conversations are endless.

The best I’ve ever experienced.

I can feel your soul intertwined with mine.

Scared.

Why?

“This is too much. “

Ha.

Yes, it is.

But it’s nice.

No escape.

You push, I pull.

Yelling.

Arguing.

Crying.

What happened?

There’s a monster in us all.

Why do your eyes bulge like that?

Are you okay?

This is crazy.

You’re insane.

Okay, help. Right?

No. There’s no help.

It stops when you chose.

Why don’t you stop it?

Is this enjoyable?

Is this your game?

The game you've perfected.

Where rules don't apply to you.

Damn.

And here I am.

Stuck.