Love Is For Fools Poem by Israh Sadan

I try to cry but my tears are dry
No doubt the drought
Is to my core
For I swore
That never shall another person
Poison my heart with 'feelings'
And 'yearning'.
I spit out these words, as vile as bile
And stop myself from rasping my tongue on the tar.
By far more appealing a thought
Than getting caught in the snare of a love affair.
Love is for the birds I heard.
Love is for fools I say.
And that I am not.
Any more.