it was as though he was helium,

and I just happened to be an empty balloon. 

often we found nothing but tedium,

although it felt as though I was just waiting to blow up, some afternoon.  

for he often fulfilled me with a feeling of light and air. 

same as a balloon, I knew I was doomed from the beginning.

he possessed the ability to cause a grand tear. 

I let him in, and he filled me with insatiable love, thus my walls began thinning. 

my love grew till it seemed to reach a lethal altitude. 

and as quickly as he’d begun to love me, he’d stopped. 

inevitably, the love that once flew recklessly had been utterly skewed. 

to put it simply: my heart, just like that fragile balloon, popped. 

similarly and as dangerously as a balloon, I’d come to find— 

a heart can be let go of, torn, broken, and popped, thanks to one simple mind.