Rockercoaster, Rollingchair (p)

I just don't know
if I can take
the rollercoaster ride
that is you.
The ups, the downs,
the round and rounds,
the whirlycues
and curlygigs.
The lurching stomach,
the wrenching of mind
p
l
u
m
m
e
t
i
n
g
from the heights
of the wildside ride.
Then there's the slow creeping
back up to the top.
The sudden emergence
from whereabouts unknown
is almost as frightening as the
the disappearence.
Whether lost in the game
or the presence of someone else,
you scare me.
But what scares me more,
is thought of
my world
with no
you.