Bipolar

You speak like sweet caramel and creamy chocolate 

Setting eager hopes and expectations 

Pretty thoughts and existential beauty 

The magic of the very molecules we breathe bursts through the excitement you emanate for the pure perfection of this world

You transform me into a grounded redwood supported by thick, unbreakable roots 

Yet simultaneously the carefree breeze flowing softly through its leaves 

For this I am lucky 

Until the breeze grows into a hurricane I am lucky 

The calm before the storm sets a tone that can never be held

In a symphony too perfect to be real 

Words like knives cursed into the delicately superlative air

Broken promises

Lost time 

Missed calls

And a bitter aftertaste left perpetually on my tongue 

A double-edged sword

A double-sided face

The hesitant realization that Mount Everest and the Mariana Trench have one thing in common 

They're both extremes

On the top I await the depths

Miles underwater I pray for air

Disappointment slowly eases into expectation 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This offering describes how romance can be like bipolar illness. The speaker is transported to the heights when the relationship is going well, but cast to the depths when it goes sour. The language describes both of these states well. Liked very much the symbolism of Mt. Everest and the Marianas Trench. Very fitting.