March (again, somehow)

one of many in a collection of love poems.

They tell me very logical things
about me
about you
about us.

And I hear them, and I agree;
however

if you asked me, right now,
if it would be worth it
to try

I would tell you the truth:
that I would rather my heart
be broken
by you
for you
because of you
one hundred times
than to have never
given it to you
at
all.