Befuddled

Incessant game of cat and mouse, Constantly give and give and give all the while you repeatedly take Take TAKE. Until I'm just about to break, renounce my efforts and leave....bounce. And then you the smallest of things, rekindle my faith, revitalizing what I once believed was crushed, face flushed as I can't help but be flustered by theses circumstances, restraining my wishes to be demanding and command some sort of consistency. The constant struggle of juggling your desire to be distant, while close, it puzzles me. Befuddled by the ambiguous possibilities. Containing my hate of the instability. Forced to accept the disability our relationship faces, yet collapsing under the strain. I don't mean to complain but there's a limit to the amount of stress one can take, let alone maintain, and I'm teetering on the edge, shaking.