Fuck your broken heart.
+++++++ Mine is broken, too.

So stay, brave man,
in your world of generals and gyms,
where you are always in control,
where everyone heeds your words,
++++++++++++and says,
“what a nice guy.”

See what you can get, brave man–
+++++++ Chase those young girls
+++++++++++ with their tight bodies and soulless,
+++++++++++++++ mimicked sensuality.
The ones who ignored you
+++++++++++++++++++ in high school.

Fight your fights, brave man,
against opponents of equal size,
+++++++++++ strength,
++++++++++++++++++ skill,
while you run from a 150-pound girl.

Tell me:
Were the words just too scary, brave man?
Was the phone too heavy for my big, strong warrior?

I asked you once if you could
+++++++ lift my weight, bench press.
“Easy,” you said.
Funny, then, that I turn out to be
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++ the strong one
because I never
+++++++++++++++++ would have
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ done this
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ to you.