September 16, 2013
I should be bursting through the church doors
Running down the aisle
Screaming I love you
Pleading you not to marry someone else
Telling you what we had was magical
Wishing you would come back to me
But instead
I'm sitting on the church bench outside
Holding a bouquet of red roses
Being a coward
Fearing that you'd say no
Waiting for you to notice that I'm not there
Listening to the shattering of my heart
