I had dinner with a dear friend.
In between talk of unemployment
and mutual hatred for (insert beautiful married person here)
we found ourselves in scary
honesty
admitting to each other
the why's and why-not's
of our marital status.
Me:
an undamaged
commitment-phobe
in need of specifics
afraid of personal-ness
with bridesmaid tendencies
and a cold, cold heart.
Him:
dealing with a hard breakup
reminiscent of others:
imbalanced in pain
indefinite in hope
unrealistic in expectations.
We:
confident that relationships
are not for regretting,
have little to show for
what our ages reveal
in terms of knowing
love.
And while my original stance dictates
a girl faint of affections
equipped with excuses
and no time for silly feelings,
it's time to give up the fight.