Stubborn Poem by Belle Violet

I'm tired of
people
telling me
I'm stupid
fighting
for this.
Evidently,
they don't know
the man
that he is.
I'm tired of people
saying
"Make him miss you."
The worst advice
In life
is to say,
"Let go."
And I already know,
He does.
He misses me
and everything
that was.
And that there was a time
he could never
be done.
Don't they know
Italian girls
can't help
but fight the world?
That we're built
for perseverance
and passion?
That we can't help
that we're fashioned
to keep bashing
our heads against walls?
That we know love
when we see it,
that we feel it
and mean it
and that we're terrible
at apologies and criticism.
That our egos are so fragile
and we are so stubborn,
that sometimes,
we get in our own way?
That we think too much
and calculate?
That we're too stubborn
to admit
our mistakes?
I know he knows that.
I know he's figured it out;
I know he understands
it was easier
to shut down.
And I know he knows
there's a dormant volcano
buried in my chest
just waiting to erupt
the moment
his face
shows
up.