Yank/Toss

A push can mean death if one stands over a precipice.
A pull can mean death if one repels and falls into the stony pit.
Each day we play this tug of war;
Each day we take another stab.
Slowly we diminish one another into nothingness.

I can be a better girl if you ask.
I can be a better friend if I must.
I will stop first if you want me to,
but all I beg is this…
Don’t repel.

Carmen xoxo

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