AS A LESBIAN, MARRIAGE IS BITTERSWEET

A Poem

Found on Pinterest

I can’t wait to marry her, 
even though It’ll be another
special day,
bittersweet.

A wedding gown,
off the shoulder.
Missing people,
empty seats.

I can already see it.
Walking by myself,
down the aisle.
Heartache, only for a bit.
In the end, I won’t be alone.

I will shed tears of pain
blended with many that are happy
Surrounded by the chosen family who remain
and we’d be accepted, even if we’re sappy.

Despite my missing family
who are supposed to love me,
I will marry her, happily.
And my love for her,
the entire world will see.

And I promise to love out loud. 
Without a single ounce of fear. 
I will always be proud
even though our love
is more than just a little bit queer.