Vows

Breathe,
for she never was.
Never was as you thought.
Everything began with a mistake.
Mistaken identity.

Fate or God, God or Fate,
whichever pleases you,
at once stifling and
liberating at once.
-but never coincidental.

The weight of the world
is only made up of
your previous lovers, her previous lovers
and the stiff spike of-
a jealousy.

Under that jealousy, a hurt
because:
Forgetting to remember
is less painful than
Remembering to forget.

But that's what un-stifles
this life!
The maddening uncertainty
of the pendulum and the clock-
Until you see the accursed symmetry.

Loves, hates, fights, breaks,
patches, kisses, loves, hates-
Enjoy the simplicity
of the harmonic motions!
Oscillations that go on, and on, and on, and-

So you wait for her
to wait for you
to wait for her,
before you decide to
exchange one evil for another.

For better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
to more intensely
love, hate, fight, break,
patch, kiss, love, hate-