Your love was like a dull needle,
Mine was the defenseless balloon.
The closer we got,
The more your love would sharpen.

I thought I was safe,
You would never harm me.
But it seemed you couldn't help yourself,
For you were growing sharper.

You are now the needle,
I'm the fragile balloon.
It started to hurt a bit,
A scab here, another wound there.

I thought I would heal fully,
But the more we tried, the more I hurt.
You became the sharpest needle,
And I, the deflated balloon.