The not so distant future

This is how I feel

You're sweet,
But you follow all the rules.
You studied so hard, just to become a replica of your father.
How enticing.

I, however, refused to do anything I (am) was told.
The petulant adult child.
I am an enigma to even myself.
How are you supposed to understand me?
I need a man who cannot understand me,
But I also cannot understand him.
And we are so puzzled with the enigma
That we give up trying to make sense of it
And just make love instead.

This man, he is out there somewhere
He is sore from his growing pains, too
We'll complain about them together

The art you could never understand
Will be plastered on the walls of my lover's house
Because we have come up with our own pretentious meaning to each piece.

Every morning I wake up,
I will thank myself silently between the sheets
Like a narcissistic prayer
For not choosing
To die of unnecessary boredom.