The night before
We felt dizzy in our lace up poetic combat boots
Our twirling white dresses
As the rain gushed and thunder bolts raised their voices
We're getting married
We're getting married!!
Hooray, hurrah, huzzah
Like a troop of lightning bolt ridden
White blossoms blown from the pedestals
Of feminine prison
We rang and threw ourselves against all the bells.

Bells chimed
And my shoes were slightly too small
As I gave into the deep sensation of--
Of--
Of
The fact that I attempted with such vigor
To place myself with such demure language
Into the foot steps of a role I simply could not
Take on just yet
And never
With you
Sweet wrong one.

Rising from a rustic old abandoned ship
Strewn into a meadow like broken shards of glass
The image of birds a flame reigniting their own souls
You appeared and disappeared
Like a tuxedo I never even allowed myself to miss
An epic love story
My feminine warriors and I would pick apart
Dissect with sharp eyes and knowing hands
I can't get too excited
Not just yet

I'm the one who wears white tomorrow night
First and last
Like an entourage of bridal parties and forget me nots
Frozen bananas make up my new reality
I go to bed, the lighting slightly blue
Male perspective so strong and angry lately
I'm so blonde
Like a new born baby
I'm the one who wears white
As I trickle and admit at times
I hope you see it
I hope you read it
I hope you recognize every bit of it
All of you

But it was never about you
Never really at all
As thunder outside my warm windows agrees with me
Like a siren call
Face down in a perfect gown
Limb by limb
Coming to
Be my own bride.