[ this doesn't make sense. ]
it's what they all say.
[ wasn't she F r e d ' s girl? ]
you clench your fists,
but she touches your arm
and your anger
meltsrightonthespot.
:::
she kisses you,
and they shake their heads.
like it's wrong.
like it's b e t r a y a l.
( they just can't u*n*d*e*r*s*t*a*n*d. )
:::
you get down on one knee,
and ask her to marry you.
and they still say,
[ she doesn't love him.
she's only with him because they were twins. ]
you open your mouth,
but she shoots you a look
and you t h i n k twice.
( you don't want to upset her. )
:::
the wedding is a month away.
your nerves t i n g l e,
your hands shake,
and your breathing STOPS
whenever you think about it.
still,
people say,
[ i don't think they'll go through with it.
she was Fred's.
it just isn't right. ]
but right now,
you're t o o
happyexcitedinlove
to care.
and this time,
she doesn't have to intervene.
you just
brush it off.
because she isn't
F r e d ' s g i r l.
she's y o u r s.
(and nothing can change that.)