Proper Vows, by Amory McKeever

Will you hold me tight

Even if I let go of my body
Will you settle for broke

If we're up nights praying for the lottery

Will you kiss my mouth

The very same one that cusses you out

Will you be strong

Because I can't carry all this doubt

Will you hold my hand

Whisper softly to calm my fists

Will you forgive

Despite my guilt for causing all of this

Will you stick around

When I play cruel and unusual games

Will you understand

That it's coming from a place of shame

Will you look back

At whatever made you fall in love

Will you ignore

That who I am is not enough

Will you be my fan

If you hear someone tear me down

Will you be my worst critic

If you see me outgrow my crown

Will you wear my ring

Even if all it's made of is copper

Will you be my queen

If all I am is the king of paupers

Will we grow old
Waiting in line at the pharmacy
Get our prescriptions filled
So we can drift off to sleep