My biggest mistake was letting myself feel again
Letting the air touch my skin
Letting the birdsong reach my ears
Letting his hands stroke my hair
The sensation rushing through my body

Though the highs may be so high
My lows are much too low
The numb was constant
Predictable

Here I am now
With emotions like wild stallions
Running rabid through the fields in my heart
The fields are lush, but the horses are heavy
They trample all in their path, leaving confusion and uncertainty

I would rather feel nothing than feel my lows