For Better or Worse

I'm disappointed in my own broken promise.

You and I are not meant to love each other

But in our boredom and loneliness

We sought out each other

And tangled ourselves up in desire-

The desire to be loved,

To be found worthy of acceptance,

To have a companion,

To fill in the gaps between now and then.

I think we both know we're groping in the dark,

Really just trying to feel alive

In our own skin.

Maybe a few broken hearts and art pictures from now

I'll realize rules aren't meant to be broken.

Or maybe I'll find that

Curiosity shouldn't be killed and knowing

Can be better than wondering.

I suppose however that things may never come to pass

And that these thoughts may be a predisposition.

Either way, know that I am in this

For better or worse.