Powerstruggle

Here we are again. Trapped in this dance. You’ll pounce and I’ll rebound and we’ll do this over and over. You’ll ask me what’s wrong. I’ll tell you and you’ll hear only what you want to. I’ll attack and you’ll defend and then we’ll stand in silence. I’ll wonder why. You’ll tell me it’s all a lie and I’ll advance and you’ll retrieve and we’ll both stand back in awe. This is love. This is what we had wanted even though I can’t remember why. I guess it’s just easier than saying goodbye. We both know that when it’s over. Really, really over we’ll forget all of this and remember the sweet stolen kisses from teenagers wide eyed and willing. We’ll end up here again. A strange power struggle. A desperate lovers dance.