Suddenly, I feel myself fighting for air. Another thing I have to fight for and it doesn't seem fair. We've been fighting for hours. I just need a break. I need you to leave. You can do better. You can live better. You can be better. Without me.
Fighting for hours and a simple misunderstanding pushes me over the edge, And I can feel myself falling, struggling for air. I can feel hands on me. Helping me up. Pulling me onto my feet. But I'm blind to you. I run to the street, needing to get away from you.
Suddenly, I'm staring into the headlights. Countless headlights. I know they're coming closer, And I don't care.
This isn't the first time I didn't care. It isn't the second time, Or the third. I guess it makes twelve now. Or thirteen. I don't even remember.
Although I can't see you, I feel those hands on me. Those once strong hands, Made tired and weak from trying to catch me. I pull harder and harder. I want to see the beautiful light. I want to walk towards the light.
Again, I'm falling, falling harder than ever. I feel my head fall into your palm, And I know you let my head crush your hand on the cement of the old sidewalk.
And I know you'll always let me crush your hands. And I know that you'll never let me look into the headlights. But I would rather crush my body than crush your hands.
Yes, this is very roughly written, but this is more of a story than a poem. This happened last night. I don't know what to do.