Quietly. To myself. Or to my mother.
But it's nothing undercover,
no unspoken truth to be let loose at a later time.
No, this time the timing's right,
I feel dignified enough to take a few steps down an aisle
and then a bow. He's got arms I can fall into
when I'm nervous and scared, falling apart or
bursting at the seams and need to be contained
cause I'm so fucking excited I can't see straight.
He balances my hyperbole. He makes me feel real.
And he keeps coming back, never pushing me away
even when I threaten to stay, and say 'I do'
and I will