I was never one to fantasize about my wedding day or obssess about the identity and whereabouts of my groom to be . I just viewed marriage as pleasant expectation.
Something wonderful that would come in its due time
But now I've come to my sences. Untie the boquet, tell the flower girl to ignite her roses, tell the ring bearer not to take caution, pour the champaign down the drain and tear down the wedding cake.
The groom isn't going to show .
And I don't blame him
What awaited him was an asylum in a white dress .
Each step would have brought him closer to being chained to a despondant soul.
I want to love someone,someone  that is all mine . Love them with everything in me and wake up each day with my whole would resting on the pillow next to me. But it's not fair to try to love someone when you don't love yourself. I can't charge someone with the responsibility of holding me together. I won't ever be that selfish. So groom to be stay where you are if you see me coming run for the hills .
I'll silence the wedding bells and send the band home. Don't waste a perfectly good tux on me .

Death screams for life;
Life screams for death.
They don't simply whisper or ask for it politely.
They're both desperate; obssess.
They want it, NEED IT, and screaming for it.
And once they have what they wanted, there will be no more but nothing.

it's silly to assign a word to an emotion.

Love.

A two-way street.

A maze.

A roller coaster.

Seemingly, if poetry and literature were people they would obssess  over how next to label love. Every angle is observed and every simile and metaphor is scrutinised.