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I'm sorry
For the amount of times my words may hurt when they don't mean too
And for never knowing what to say even if the answer stares me in the face
For never loving you half the amount I should
For letting my day come between us in the stupidest of ways
For not letting you know how much what you call being clingy means to me
I'm sorry
That sometimes I forget that you aren't my mother
That I always think before I act
That I can't always be the version of me you seem to see
I'm sorry
For not being there everytime you're scared
I don't have a good excuse, except maybe that I'm human
But I don't know what that means so it isn't good enough for me
I'm sorry
That sometimes I need too much space
That some days my brain carries me away
That sometimes I get so enthralled in my thoughts that I don't remember their subject is next to me
Becsause I think about you in that white gown every day now
And I guess I've been so excited to get there that I've forgotten how we got here
How I've smiled every time your eyes crinkle at the sides and how you compliment the parts of me that I hate the most
Thank you
For loving how I see the world
For loving those parts of me I wish away every day
And for giving me that space
even though I feel like sometimes I don't give you yours.
You're a beauty, and I'm a beast
But love is an euqation and we've been variables but I believe that if we get in there and plug ourselves in, this will work
Thank you
Because we don't fight, we argue
Because you've solved my values
And I can't wait to see all the little ways in which the things we used to say to each other from the moment we met spring to life
Thank you
For not believing in pre-destined fates because although circumstances have fought against us, I chose you, and you chose me
And I hope one day we both can see, the product of all we see before us
You,
Are as beautiful now as you have been forever and forever after
Are a gem who has sprouted from the dust
Are the polish to all my rust
Are the love that completes my heart.
I love you
Allyson Walsh Apr 2015
So much planning goes into
Events like these

Seating charts and color schemes
Catering and dress sizes
Music and a large centerpiece

Cheers to her!

What am I?
The cake on the table?
The bodies on the dance floor?

Here's to her!

Am I the veil on her head?
The lipstick on your neck?

I was probably just the ice on your car
I was probably just the tiny freckles on your arms

While you take her to bed
And I recall things left unsaid

I'll try to forget everything
Seeing that you don't need me
For TP
Jodie LindaMae Mar 2015
What was it like
Bleeding out into your wedding dress
When the wounds cut too deep to bear?
Fighting back our urges to help,
We instead flocked to the funeral
Where the beer was free
And finger foods flooded our senses,
Immunizing us against your cries.
Salvador Torres Jan 2015
I will be there when you need me
and when you don't
I'll be a dream.
I'm  not the past
not the present
but something in between.
If anything
I'm sorta just a broken gift,
that can love you for the all of it
cuz I just learned forgetting.
You wouldn't believe the luck
that I'm not getting.
My funerals now look like weddings
I don't care about my caring
just a tragic story playing...
so you know I won't be noticed
Jaanam Jaswani Dec 2014
I never go to weddings
I'd usually end up using my magic girl power
Chasing the boy
Who asked me to catch him
And here's the catch;
"If you can."

I never go to weddings
I'd usually end up sulking away
Ignoring my frenemies
As I scorned at grown men
Leaning against the bar
Obviously wondering why,
Why,
I am not having any fun.

I never go to weddings
I'd usually end up sneaking out
With the guy I've been exchanging stares at
We'd talk all night

I looked forward to weddings, though,
I never go to weddings.

My habits didn't change
Once we snuck out to the nearby pool
Took off all our clothes
And I was photographed, stark naked,
Amidst the chlorinated stupidity

I never go to weddings
They're too uptight
I held up a glass of champagne and yelled,
"And ***** you!" to the man with a blue portrait
Of me in his wallet
As he kissed his bride for the third time

I never go to weddings
I'd usually end up being a bridesmaid
Wearing a ridiculous outfit
Smiling through the pain of my own singularity
And realising that no one really celebrates the couple for them
We are selfish

I never go to weddings . . .
R Daniel May 2014
Summer.
is a time of Happiness.
When Smiles.
and Laughter.
come with Old friends.
and New.
where Joy.
can be experienced by crying at Weddings.
and cuddles and story-telling during Bonfires.
where Fireworks bring devious pranks and silly danger.
when the beautiful Flowers bloom.
and the Beach is calling your name.
a time when the Water feels good on your feet.
and the Sun warms your skin.
a time when Love is in the air.
and Strangers become lovers.
where Home is a destination.
and Adventure is the key motivation.

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