The Break-Up Poem by Boston Kelley

'I'm not good enough for you',
she says.
'You deserve better, '
she says.
'I've dragged you into this',
she says.
'My life is so messed up right now',
she says.
'I'm afraid I'll hurt you',
she says.
'I don't know if we should keep dating',
she says.

I hear these words and mourn for her.
I look at her and cannot help but
love her more.
She is the apple of my heart,
the one it belongs to.
Who else could deserve my love?
Who else is worthy to be called
my beloved?
She does not think so.

She is unsure of our relationship,
doubt rises about continuing it.
As she says this, I shake with fear.
My heart pounds like a bongo.
Who else could I find to match her?
No one else is like her.
What qualities could I possibly bring
to earn a woman's love?
For all the women I desired
have turned me away,
to them, I am nothing.
Less than nothing.

A war wages in my mind against fear
and reality.
Fear attacks using worst-case scenarios
conceived by my imagination
while reality counters with convictions
of reason.

Who do I give in to?
Who will be the victor of this war?

I fear her insecurity, who knows if
she feels worthy of me?
She is like my reflection, how I used
to be in my relationships.
I see so much of my low self-esteem and doubt
in her and want to shower her with love.
I desire to let her know I love her
even when she doesn't feel worthy to be loved.
Alas, it doesn't seem to be enough,
fate will decide what she chooses.