Wedding Bells by Christina Suraci
I don’t want to hear wedding bells for you yet,
before we even have a shot at surviving,
what we could’ve been,
or what could be,
here I am again stuck in the same spot that I’m too familiar with,
scared of the outcome
too chicken shit to open my mouth,
but needing that extra push,
so I don’t have to focus on the what if’s all the time,
of my brain making up these happy scenarios,
that could be,
but timing is a bitch right?
