Love is for fools

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.