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She moved past the rows of wet eyes with an angel’s grace,

An island wedding in autumn, cool sand beneath her toes.

You stood stoic and watched her as she approached her anxious groom,

Recited her vows as she pleaded for mercy with her tears

That threatened to put mascara rivers through her perfect makeup.

A kiss sweet enough to make teeth rot

And then a cacophony of cheers that, to you, were distant.

Meanwhile, you gazed off absently at the ocean in regretful thought.



I bet you pictured me in white.



What would have been behind that lacy veil of mine,

Were eyes once-adoring,

Now-burning.

I could wrench you from her venomous jaws of sugary pink

If I ever so pleased,

But that would be too easy.

I’ll instead wait for the already-decaying romance to falter on its own

From the mere memories of me

And the haunting reminder

Of the fairytale future you so wastefully discarded.



I’ll just let you picture me in white.



Before the peaceful passing of many seasons,

My picturesque moment will arrive,

And I will tiptoe down the idyllic aisle lined with loved ones,

Fighting back those jubilant teardrops

That balance precariously on my smiling eyelashes.

At last, I reach him, and those endearing eyes of devotion meet mine.

A kiss more colorful than the scarlet rose petals on the ground

Marks the beginning of our forever together.

I’d hate for you to miss that moment.



I’ll send you the pictures of me in white.