Broken Balloon

The higher the ballon soars, the more elated I feel. It popped.

Love me with all of your heart

I know that you did

     Make me feel like a balloon

                         Rising up    ...   and up

Beautiful aimless wonder                         

N o   d e s t i n a t i o n

.

.

.

I popped. Felt like you popped me.

Atmosphere's too thin

Now I'm in many pieces, 

Frozen, above all.

I'm scared. How do I descend?

Where are you, my love?

Author's Note

Constructive criticism and feedback are appreciated :)
What di you think of the changing fonts? I wanted it to be more chaotic by the end, like the speaker had been lulled into a false sense of security in the first stanza, so that in the second when they pop, they are stripped of their comfort bubble and they panic.

Reviews

[Rebecca Church]

I rather like the changing fonts and the location of said fonts. It really does add to the chaotic feeling you were trying to get. Something I would recommend though if you try for a chaotic feeling in the future, don't just try the different fonts. Put in some random capitalization, or even cut words in half and put them on another line. Again, just something I think would work well if you try for the chaotic feeling again.
Overall though, it was a great little poem, the feeling of elation that makes you feel as if you're floating on air, but then something comes to pop that little bubble and leaves you in pieces.

[duff]

I like this. Certain destiny with uncertain circumstances. A heart lost seeking another to lead. To comfort. A path unknown. Great job.

duff