I watch as you walk down the isle.
You look so lovely.
Your smile, so pure.
I feel tears in my eyes.
I put a smile on my face.
We make eye contact but I quickly look down.
I feel my face start to blush.
Along with some tears that have fallen.

You make it to the front.
You looked like an angel that has just came down from heaven.
You were my angel.

But now your theirs.
My tears were not of joy, but of frustrated anger.

Why did you invite me?
Just to spite me?
Did I mean nothing to you anymore?
Did it not hurt what so ever to see me?

I bit my finger to attempt to stop my tears.
I shouldn't have left you.
I should have asked you that night.
But I couldn't, I didn't.
Now we're here.
With you kissing your new spouse.
And me sitting in the front row.
I stand up interrupting your little scene.
I was full of anger and jealously.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I walked out dramatically.

I could hear you calling my name.
I blocked it out.
Like you did to me that one day.
That day.
That fateful day.

"Where were you?!"
"Out"
"Out where!?"
"Out!"
"Fuck you we are supposed to work things out"
"How can I trust you when you keep disappearing!!"
"Just leave me alone"
"No! Tell me right now!"
"Fine! I was at the bar so I could have a moment of damn peace....you clingy bitch!"
"Fine then I guess you mind this bitch leaving right now!!"
"Babe....babe wait!"
"I didn't mean it, I'm sorry"
"Fuck you"

And then you were gone.
No matter how many times I called your name.
I left without any words.
Like you would care anyway.