the struggle

My eyes are heavy,
I move forward but hardly lift my feet.
You're with me.
We conversate. Its a monologue. I don't know if you're listening.
My head is pounding,
I know it's time to fight.
I will probably get hurt,
Kicked and bruised.
Still I will take the punches
And smile because its worth it.
But I don't want to fight,
I am holding you,
And washing away the sweat and the pain.
I am bathing in your warmth,
Losing myself in your embrace,
Lingering in your kiss,
Staring into your eyes,
And falling asleep.
Your head rests on a pillow,
I am drifting away into a deep and pleasant sleep,
With my head on the concrete.