maid of honour

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by grace🔮 (g23.111 on tt)
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You are freshly 16 when your mom tells you to marry.

She shows you some boys she's found, you shrug it off and go back to your homework.

You are 17 and she brings it up again. She tells you that you won't be ripe for your whole life.

You tell her you don't mind.

2
You're 18 and you're in university.

Your mom begged you not to go. She told you to marry instead.

You promised to marry straight after you graduate.

It scares you that she'll keep to that promise.

It's in uni that you meet her

3
The first thing you notice are her eyes.

They're a deep ocean blue. You swear you could swim in them.

She sees you staring and she knows.

She knows this is the start of something beautiful.

And you know too

4
You take her to cafes and bars

You take her stargazing, and as she looks up you trace the constellation of freckles on her back.

You give her the moon and the stars, and she gives you the love your body craves.

You know that loving her is healing you

You know there are no words beautiful enough for her.

5
The world is caving in on itself when University ends.

Your mom has found you a man.

He is a man, and you love a woman.

Your mom insists the marriage has to happen straight away.

You're sure she knows you will never want men.

You're sure she's trying to heal you.

6
You are 21 on the day of your marriage.

You can't object.

Your voice is too tired from arguing with the love of your life.

You had to tell her you're marrying.

You had to tell her you're marrying a man.

7
You ask her to be your maid of honour

She asks if maid of honours are meant to know where you are ticklish

Where you like to be kissed

Why you don't like the dark

She asks if maid of honours are supposed to be on their knees for you.

8
It is your wedding day.

She is walking behind you down the aisle.

She should be waiting at the end.

She wouldn't be behind you.

The priest asks for any objection.

You look to her, desperate

But she's silent.

You are married. But you love the woman behind you.

Not the man in front of you

/I FKING LOVE THIS POEM. BUT IT HURTS ME SO BAD, STOP

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 10 ⏰

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