I would face you for her
As much as my throat aches at the idea of seeing you
And much as my eyes sting with tears at the thought
She is my friend and she is hurting
And I would fly to her side if she needed me
Even when the door to your room faces hers
With all the memories of tangled limbs and close confidence and shared laughter
Even though I know you're home though you'd told her you wouldn't be
If she needed me
I would steel myself and walk through the front door
Even with the weight on my chest that greets me every morning since that night you turned us into nothing
If you saw and spoke to me
I would look through you like I would a ghost
And go to her
I would not shed tears before you again
You saw them before
When I showed you my brokenness
When you broke me again
You do not get to see them again
Even though parts of me had the seedlings of new love to replace
The love neglected by another
You will never know what grew within my heart
And you will never see the hurt of it again
If you see my tears they will be for her
Because she is more precious to me than my healing wounds
And I would face you for her
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