But What About Me?

I feel tears in my eyes as I stare ahead of me at the couple getting married:

The bride looks stunning in her dress, a ball length gown with a trailing train

The groom looks handsome in his suit, a dark blue suit that compliments his eyes.

But these tears aren't for them.

They're for me.

I didn't want to be here.

I didn't want to come to this wedding.

The bride was my sister, who had forced me to come

The groom was my ex-fiance who had left me a month ago

When they found out my sister was pregnant.

How could they do this to me?

I loved him and I trusted her and they both stabbed me in the back.

What's life when the two people you're closest to

betray you in the most awful of ways?

And then rub it in your face?

They look so happy up at the altar,

But what about me?