Maybe I'll give it a chance

I just realized my last post didn't make sense at all. I hope this one does.

Secrets.
It's my oxygen.
I am pretty much obsessed with mystery,
That I make it up sometimes.
I breathe upon it.

Change,
I reside in its skin.
I chase after it.

Anyway,

I've never been this comfortable with a bunch of people.
We've known each other for less than a year, and yet,
I've laid down half of my cards.
Would it be used against me,
Or do I regret it,
Perhaps.

But there is no running away this time.
I don't feel like running away.

Maybe I'll give it a chance.
After all,
I am in desperate need of a family.

Don't worry,
If this get bullshit,
I'll tell you right away.
By then, let's get married.