Swinging wildly
With a deafening stroke
Air spilling from my lungs
Making me choke.

For richer, for poorer
For better, for worse
Am I under a spell
Or am I under a curse?

I spiral from strong
To weak in a breath
Solo to dual
I've done it to death.

I love you, I hate you
I feel so much more
I want you, can't stand you
Am spent on the floor.

When will I settle?
When will I know?
Will it be when my heart
Or my head tells me so?

How can I anchor
These pendulum thoughts?
Until then I will be
Out of all sorts.