M Y M A R R A I G E W I T H O U T M E

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The dress I stood in was too tight and exposing

Still loose enough to cover the skeletons in my closet

Nervously my hands shook and my heart beat frantically

'It's happening,' I told myself. 'You should be happy'

Guests flooded in from where I could see

Enemies in disguise chartered around me

I joined them in talk hypocritically

Oh the things you do for the world around us

'It's time!' They said excitedly

'It's time.' I heard quite dishearteningly

Oh how beautifully our hearts play with our minds

Killing the truth, seducing the lies

The world is not a wish granting factory

Yet still we work in it day and night

Running after things that are never meant to be

I carried the veil that I was supposed to be wearing

Walked a step backwards than I was supposed to be walking

Laughing and smiling, practising how to be fake

For when reaching the isle

It's smiles, not tears we will break

Upon opening the doors, people were all you could see

But I had eyes on only one

And it seemed, so had he

The veil almost broke free from my grasp

My heart almost stopped, but never did our eye contact

Some would say the claps were deafening

My screams internally would say otherwise

'Look away,' I begged us both

'Someone else deserves that stare'

But we were bith weaklings, at the mercy of an affair

The dress I stood in was still too tight and exposing

But not enough to show what was happening inside

Nervously my hands shook and my heart beat frantically

'It's happening,' I told myself. 'Are you now happy?'

'I now pronounce you husband and wife!'

He said to the man whom I had loved all my life

Kissed he, the woman who was supposed to be me

As I watched from afar

Watching my marriage happening without me

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