The rain pours down,
It pounds on my face.
As I look up at the sky,
His arms wind around my waist.
I turn to face him,
The man I am meant to love.
He smiles at me through the rain,
Then I can’t help but give him a shove.
His words are always fake;
Why can’t my family see?
Our feelings are not true.
He just doesn’t love me!
We laugh with our families;
We make memories with our friends.
And through all of this stress,
We keep with the trends.
But now I give up;
This rain is a sign.
The day before our wedding;
Warning us not to cross that line.
He stumbles through the rain;
Puddles splash water up his legs.
He’s scared of what his family will say,
But I don’t listen as he begs.
His knees are now saturated;
He crawls along on the floor.
I walk back to my house,
And in his face I close the door.
My family cannot force my hand;
They don’t have the right.
Only I can choose who I love,
And I choose to fight.
My bags are packed;
I’m on my way!
The whole world is open to me;
I don’t have to stay.
I dodge my parents;
I scoot around my siblings.
My ex chases me but…
There will be no weddings!
