“…to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; until death do us part ”

The fog crept out quietly from before me as l completed my vows
These songs started to sound like classic music with no antennas
But I was motivated by these words, ‘for better or for worse’
I became bruised by his kisses as they now felt like thorns rubbing against my lips
Still, these vows wore a toothless grin and whispered, ‘for better or for worse’
Like a statue, these wounded eyes watched as he defiled his fidelity
Yet, it caged me, ‘for better or for worse’
Rodeo horses; I screamed for mercy yet I kept on running cause it pushed me further, ‘for better or for worse’
And now he looks down at my motionless body with a dying rose in his hand and fingers intertwined with that of his lover’s as he whispered; ‘death did us part’