Bipolar

You had your days
Sometimes, you smile and cry
And grin and blink, all at the same time
But you, my Jason Patrick
You’re hard to decipher 
Like the clear skies at night
Stars gleaming, moon shines
All suddenly, you pour your heaviest drops
Then bring forth your coziest warmth
You are both poles of my sphere
and the core—the melted iron within
And whatever I do, 
I’ll keep coming back to you