I'm either too happy or too sad.
With him it's like
sunshines and snowstorms,
hot and cold,
young and old,
heaven and hell,
life and death.
There is no in between,
only one extreme
to the other.
I don't know
if I should
blame him or thank him,
hit him or kiss him,
move on or stay,
forget or remember.
He's all of the poems,
songs and stories
I wrote and read about.
He's everything and nothing.

-m.b