Our conversations resemble the way we sleep
You take up more room
And expect me to be happy
Inhabiting an ever shrinking space
But near the edge, I panic
Self-preservation instinct kicks in
Tells me to claw back relevance
And I push you back
Its no more a conversation
But an argument
I deploy all ammo
I fight dirty
I push too hard
We both fall off, then
Sleepless.
Really like the way you write. Its like you are sitting right there in front of me telling me about the actual issues of all our lives...
ReplyDeleteInteresting read.
Thank you.
DeleteWriting is how I cope with difficult issues.. and seek to preserve beautiful moments..