I'm Just An Imploding Balloon

Love
The worst four letter word
You can throw around cuss words
And swear up a storm
But these words will just glance off my shoulder
Like a poorly shot arrow
Love
On the other hand
Sticks knowlingly to your life
Hangs around until you become comfortable with the weight
Then at your most vulnerable
It falls apart and leaves you empty
Love
What a joke
Why would I care for someone who will cause me more pain
Than a gunshot wound
Or shards of glass in the soles of my feet
Or the falling apart of dreams

Yes
I enjoy preaching to the choir
If you're a long shot or a lost cause
I'm the sermon for you
The religious context of these past lines reminds me
I'm a firm believer that belief is for fools
A grim outlook on life and I'm reaping the benefits
Ha. I amuse myself.
Clever lines followed by reversals show I'm thoughtful
and emotional
at the same time.
It's a magic trick
Watch one hand while the other pulls a coin out of your ear
A rabbit out of the hat
A bird from under the handkerchief
Sleight of hand catches you off guard
My sleight of tongue mixes you up the same way
Now for the recap
Love
A confusing emotion of regurgitated dreams
Placed upon someone else's shoulders
Where one party pretends the other party
Is "everything they've ever wanted"
But is just off enough they're needed to be fixed
Not through rehab, or psychiatry
Mind you
Just through talking.
Because, naturally, we want to fix
But we don't want to put any work into it
So who am I to rob you of your satisfaction?