True Bravery

I’ll love you and then lose you, again and again. My heart will break and break, but it will mend.

 I touch myself wishing I was touching you.
I beg from myself wishing I was begging from you.
Don’t run, he says.
Don’t fret, she says.
Don’t leave, he says.
Don’t bet, she says.
Just be yourself, they say.
It’ll be okay in the end.
 
I tell myself this,
but I already know.
 
I’ll love you and then lose you,
again and again.
My heart will
break and break,
but it will mend.
My world will rip apart shaking,
rupturing
my soul’s foundation.
But I will learn
again and again.
How to feel,
how to endure.
Time after time.
How to love
that which was lost.
 
I rise for this challenge
again and again.
Today I desire you,
who knows
who it will be
at the end.
 
All I know is what I know now.
 
I want to hold your hand
in mine, next to my breast.
Rest my heart and my head
on your chest.
Kiss your face,
and every inch of you.
Knowing full well that one day
you will hurt and disappoint me,
again, and again, and again, and again.
But at least I’ll die knowing
that I tried.