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.
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