Wedding of the Century

Mom makes the most beautiful

bright and shining bride

at a picturesque church

we’ve never been to on Sunday.

Two people with a bouquet between them. The image is cropped below their elbows. The person on the left has light, wavy, shoulder-length hair and wears a light off-the-shoulder garment. The person on the right has dark short hair with swept bangs and a thick mustache. They wear a suit jacket and tie. They both face the reader and their heads are leaned against each other.

And the two

shall become one five.

At the dance party reception, I’m glad

I broke up with my friend-turned-boyfriend

who cried

despite my crisp yellow hair

because it turns out,

Lewis has some friends who are

!!!!!!!!hothothot!!!!!!

One with a perfect crooked smile

flirts with me

I spin in his arms

to “Lady in Red”

my pink

“timeless elegance” monstrosity

red hot.

Until Lewis

threatens dismemberment

if his friend doesn’t leave

his “daughter” alone.

My handsome Prince Charming

leaves early

our happily ever after

over before it began.

I guess

it’d be a little weird

to start rounding bases

with my new stepdad’s

high school football buddy

but hell was he hot

and damn am I mad.