Swing

A curse and a blessing 

To feel things so deep;

The greatest of joys

And lows below weak.

One day I am up.

The next I am down.

A pendulum, just--

Flailing around.

Unprompted I change

Which way the wind blows.

I'm drunk on the highs,

And hung on the lows

"It's all in your head..."

Without a doubt.

Where else would it be?

Signs don't present out.

I don't get sickly

And I don't get a rash.

My mind shoots me up

I come down with a crash.

Am I addicted?

Maybe I am.

The peak's who is loved

The valley, my damn.

It must be hard 

With someone like me--

Hoping for highs,

Uncertainly.

I'll try to protect you,

But why can't it be

That I can be loved 

When I am me?

So take me or not.

Which would you have?

I hope the former;

The good AND the bad. 

I know it's a lot. 

I wish you would stay. 

Even if I am

Always this way.

My blessing, my curse--

I'll take the swings.

I much prefer it 

To feeling nothing.