A Wedding Toast To My Past Lover
By: Monica Carneiro
Congratulations!
To the Groom,
To the Bride,
Congratulations!
My heart swells,
My stomach drops,
My throat is closing,
My mouth fills with bile.
What a beautiful matrimony,
Filled with anguish,
Filled with pain,
Filled with hate.
To the Groom,
To the Bride,
What a beautiful day,
Oh look at the rain,
The thunder pounds against my temples,
Lightening blinds this memory,
A flash- The Past.
To the Groom,
To the Bride,
Voices raise,
Fists take aim,
Hands clench at throats,
My hands clasped away,
Out of reach,
Comfort in that pain.
My love lasts,
Like a scar,
Dirty,
Rigid,
Ugly,
Painful.
To the Groom,
A toast to greedy hands,
Lanky limbs,
Bruising lips,
Threatening smirks,
Preyful eyes.
To the Bride,
A toast to haunting words,
Forceful hands,
Hard egos,
Naive smile,
Hurt eyes.
To the Groom,
To the Bride,
Congratulations!
About the Creator
Monica Carneiro
Novelist and Screenplay Writer. I am just trying to write some relatable content. Hope you all enjoy!
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My Last Story
I write these words and hope they hold value once I'm gone. First and foremost, I want to state that my no longer being with you all has nothing to do with all of the beautiful lives you all showed me. The memories are what guide me through this dark tunnel. Because I do not shed tears as I write this, I am in no pain. But in fact, this is the most clear-minded I have been in as long as I can remember.
By Monica Carneiro7 months ago in Poets
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Well written.Hey I am new here please support me.