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I saved every letter you wrote me,
He looked at them. Tears ran down his face.
From the moment I read them, I knew you were mine.
“I thought you were MINE!”
Do you know what Rhodey said, when he saw your first letter arrive?
He said “Be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive.”
You and your words flooded my senses,
“Wait, wait. Hold on, how is this now about me?”
“I’m sorry, isn’t everything?”
Your sentences left me defenseless,
“Yeah, big man in a suit of armor. Take that off, what are you?”
You built me palaces out of paragraphs,
You built cathedrals.
I’m re-reading every letter you wrote me,
I can now see that I was sparing myself. And I’m sorry. Hopefully, one day you can understand.
I’m searching and scanning for answers,
Locks can be replaced, but maybe they shouldn’t.
In every line, for some kind of sign.
And when you were mine, the world seemed to

B u r n

B u r n

You published the letters he wrote you,
“He’s my friend”
“So was I.”
You told the world how you brought this man into our bed,
In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives.
“Stand down. Now. Congratulations, Captain. You're a criminal.”
Do you know what Rhodey said, when he heard what you’d done?
“You’ve married an Icarus, he’s flown too close to the sun.”
You and your words, obsessed with your legacy,
“A hero? Like you? You’re a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle.”
“Put on the suit. Let’s go a few rounds.”
Your sentences border on senseless,
And you’re paranoid in every paragraph,
“You know me.”
“No, I don't!”
“Bucky, you've known me your whole life. Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”
“Shut up!”
“I'm not gonna fight you. You're my friend.”
“You're my mission. You're my mission!”
“Then finish it”
How they perceive you.
You, you, you.
I’m erasing myself from the narrative,
Let future historians wonder how Tony reacted,
When you broke his heart.
The shield slams down, again, and again, on Tony’s chest. Every slam resonating deep within his chest with a clang.
“That shield does not belong to you. You don't deserve it! My father made that shield!”
You have torn it all apart,
I’m watching it
B u r n.
Watching it burn.
The world has no right to my heart.
The cameras flashed, as Tony waved.
The world has no place in our bed.
“Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!”
They don’t get to know what I said.
“I am Iron Man.”
I’m burning the memories,
The phone crushed in the palm of his hand, a tear hitting the table with a splash.
Burning all the letters that might have redeemed you,
The letter that had come with it burnt over a lighter.
You forfeit all rights to my heart.
“I’ve seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself.”
You forfeit the place in our bed.
You sleep in his country instead.
With only the memories of when you were mine.
I hope that you
B u r n.