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By now you have told your
girlfriend that I am getting pathetic
You have shown her all the poems I 
keep sending you
Read aloud the emails and the
ever growing
song lists and 
you laugh at her raised eyebrows or
the pinching of her forehead
She doesn't know what to make of it
Probably sees it as slightly romantic
or threateningly endearing
You shake your head to give her confidence
you tell her that she has nothing to worry about

I remember far too well the

night you told me the same thing

I wonder if she is afraid of you
or if you told her the truth of how you left me
because everyone knows how history repeats itself 
and it would frighten any reasonable person

Though I am certain that you have
explained how I just can't move on
how you don't know why not
again, you tell her I am pathetic while you
 pull her close and kiss her doubts off of her unimpressive face

But you have got it all wrong darling
It is a brave thing to walk around with screaming heartache
It takes the strength of a million iron fists not
to collapse within yourself
Imagine opening your eyes everyday to a
world that is no longer yours
Imagine still loving a bird that took flight and
waned into the sky 
even long after you ran for it, calling its name again and again
After all,
things without spines cannot look back

Picture the fear and pain of every bad dream you've ever
torn yourself awake from
or maybe the thought of losing her now that you have found her
So you keep telling her that she is everything,
the whole sum of your parts
and that it was never me, but her
It was always to be her

That type of depth is not pitiful 
Can't you see now?
it is not deplorable or
 whatever the words you use strategically against me
 the resilience of starting over is gutsy,
daring
scary as all the monsters under your bed

It is like knowing the hurt is there, but
you counter punch as hard as you can
 even though it is stone,
you forgive the crimes 
you break your own wrists
you sleep alone,
because no one else can replace
 those feelings 

It is brave
to watch the love of your life become
the love of someone else's life
and to still fight like crazy
because maybe I am crazy
I don't care
it's still brave