He doesn't love me
That's not surprising now
The surprising thing is
He never did

M, I vow to love you. Simply and purely, Just you forever.
I vow to hold your hand through hardships and cheer your victories. The small, the large, the ones that seem like they couldn't be.
I vow to be your family, no matter who comes or leaves our life. May our family grow, though if it does not, may my love be enough.
I vow to keep you company, all the days of your life. In person or through spirit.
I vow to hold God in our relationship. That he might guide us to love one another better.
I vow to love you, M.

What
         A
            Waste
They say looking down their noses.
She used to be so skinny.
Pretty even, all those moons ago.
See
      Her
             Now
Fat, lonely, and ashamed of herself.
Her humanity disappearing with every bite.
No one could love her... not a pig like her.

I write to ease my pain.
Ink flowing, not my blood.
It does not feel as good.
Imagine, what if it did?

I want to express my pain,
Punch little holes in the page
Where the pen has pressed
Maybe just a little too hard.

He wants to marry me.
The first night he proposed,
A paper ring was offered.
All I could manage to do was laugh.
We'd known each other for a moment,
A whisper of trivial seconds sewn together.
But now, now it has been a lifetime,
Or maybe just a few months, it feels like both.
This time, that flimsy paper promise
Has been replaced by diamonds and love.
I wasn't laughing anymore, because
He meant it. Even all that time ago.

I feel her in my lungs, she is my very breath.
Every intake is a caress against my lips.
A life without would be death.
A craving? No, something more.
Buring in my chest, a pulsing ravenous need.

But what am I to her? A leaf perhaps.
Momentary beauty that fluters past her eyes,
To be trampled underfoot without thought.