Rebound, reverb, and reassurance

There are poetic rumblings from deep within his soul,
and they're spilling spilling spilling.
out into my hands.
i grab handfuls,
but am afraid to fully grasp them.
I'm worried.
worried I'm the rebound and that I'll be bounced bounced back.
And i'll hit the wall, smash!
and the reverb will reverberate until the foundations of the earth shake,
and the stones fall down around me.
I need reassurance,
that I'm not the rebound girl.
because he said it so much.
love, love, love.
her,her,her.
and it wasn't so long ago,
in fact not long at all.
my mind is racing paces, paces,
how can you pace a rebound?
You can't