Push Me

Your pushing me one way
and I'm pushing you in the other.
At this point we are doing nothing but pushing each other.

I don't know what's happened.
What we have become.
But this is a situation
that always leaves us to become undone.
This is one fight,
one fight we will always have.

Your pushing me,
I feel every push.
Every tug.
I can't
no I won't.
But why do you make me feel like I can't say no.
Every time you push me,
the air in my lugs
the pumping of my heart.
Feels like someone's fist is striking me with such passionate blows.

I can't answer.
It was only half an hour ago,
that I couldn't breath.
I coughed and choked.
Gasping for air.
Running to the walls,
to the door.
Falling on my bed.
But too far and out of reach of a handle.

I can't answer.
I can't speak.
I don't know what this hold on me is.
Every trace of stress,
makes me suffer.
And suffocates me.

I'm pushing you.
Your pushing me.
Where pushing each other.
I'm pushing you to keep me from suffering in pain and sorrow.
But your pushing me for pleasure.
But thats what I fear most.
Do you want me for pleasure?
or do you want me for happiness?

We're pushing each other.
But at the end of the day...
were are we really pushing each other?