tug of war

i am amused, consumed, confused by you.
you pull and push and pull and shove until
i am stumbling, bumbling, fumbling.
it's tiptoe, then stomping, then prancing,
dancing away, around,
across the ground
and i don't even know which way's up or down.
i'm acting, reacting, redacting my words.
i'm responding to you but i'm not being heard.
you are gone, moved on
to other things and i am pulling back,
feeling the lack
of your attention.
now there is tension.
and i am standing still trying to figure out which way do i go.
do i know
what i'm doing?
am i fleeing or pursuing?
just what is going on here?
to me it is unclear.
and i am still amused consumed confused by you.