#WritcoPoemPrompt48
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“Will you marry me?”

His eyes could be said strange to me; long, thin, sooty lashes a girl could envy.

His nose was thin and straight, lips shaped like a bow.

Added together, I guess from my perspective he was uniquely beautiful.

I was a girl who was pretty, without makeup and my own hair. With them I turned heads, attracting both bees and butterflies.

It’s just...

‘will you marry me?’

Heh, did he not know that I am his broken doll?

Does he not know that all that I thought he was, had been, could've been had been broken by the illusion all this time, leaving me in disbelief?

Recovering to become a shell of my previous self, all because I have no desire to let go.

Still, marry?

I don’t want!

So why am I here at the altar saying I do?

I guess even though my illusions have been shattered, and I have seen his true face I am too much of a sucker to even run away.

“I do.”

A tear trickled down the length of my cheek, the beautiful devil smiled reached over and wiped it away. The doll smiled up at him seemingly happy but only I, myself, knew that I am inwardly screaming I don’t even though my lips are saying.

“I do.”

© Super_weirdo