I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Oh, Well imagine,
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear,
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I clutched the bouquet of flowers, my knuckles surely turning white underneath my laced gloves.
Suddenly, my mother appeared behind me, giving me an enthusiastic tap on the shoulder. Her smile stretched ear to ear and her eyes were wide with excitement. I was finally getting married. But it wasn't exactly the fantasy marriage I'd imagined.
"Its time Andy." I nodded, gulping.
Here goes nothing.

I'd chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.

See, I wasn't marrying the man I hoped to. The man I wished to be wed with was simply a normal citizen, at least to my mother, he was of no importance. I wasn't allowed to even be near him, not anymore. It pained me to do so, but I didn't really have any choice in the matter. I was the queen's son, apparently choice isn't something that comes in the job description of 'queens son'.
Thats not to say I didn't sneak out to see the love of my life, we'd often meet durning the night. Finally I had to explain to him the situation, he didn't like it, but he understood.
Another reason why he's so amazing.

I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of...

Back to present, I stood at the alter, facing my soon to be husband. Yes, I was also a man. But its 2030 at least sexuality isn't questioned anymore.
Tentatively, I stepped out down the isle. As the chatter died down, one word in-particular carried to my ears.
"Whore." I hoped I'd heard wrong, or maybe it wasn't directed at me. but it felt as if someone knew. If they'd indeed called me a whore, I knew what it was for.

Oh! Well in fact,
Well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne

He brushed my hair back, rather roughly.
"You look so good" He whispered to me "I can't wait to have you tonight. You're going to feel so hot and tight." This sent a shiver down my spine, just the thought was disgusting and made my stomach churn. But I put on a mask and smiled up at him, instead of bursting into tears like I wanted to.
I just wanted my real love to jump in and save me from this personal hell.

Oh! Well in fact,
Well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast,
So pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I turned to look at all the guests that had gathered. I didn't know the majority of them, probably from other kingdoms and such. It really didn't matter to me, though. I stared into my mothers face, the encouraging flick of her hand and satisfied grin, almost smug.
Like she knew my heart was in pain, like she took joy in the fact that I was hurting.
And I couldn't help but hate her.
She got me in this situation. I wish I'd never been born to her.
Suddenly the priest coughed, interrupting my thoughts, 'Here we go'. My lips trembled, and I blinked several times just to keep from crying.

I'd chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded partner?"
"I do."
"And you, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" My lips parted, ready to spill the lie I'f rehearses so many times before, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Without thinking, I stepped back, shaking my head.
"I-I can't..." I stepped backwards down the steps, then broke into a run, slamming through the great church doors and out into the open streets.

I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
Again...

I didn't stop running until I reached the house I knew oh-so-well. Knocking hurriedly on the door, I dearly hoped someone was in. All these fears washed away when it sprung open to reveal Ashley's tired face. His fore-head was covered in sweat and his sleeves rolled up. he did a double take, before pulling me into a comforting hug.
"Andy baby!"
"Ashy!" he held my shoulders, pushing me off his a little.
"Baby, what ARE you doing here?"
"I-I was....it's my wedding day...I was going to get married to that... man..." My eyes welled up with tears, "But I couldn't. I couldn't do it. You're the only one I want to be with."

I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.

Ashley smiled at me, warming my insides.
"You're safe now hun" He soothed. Then he brought my lips up into a kiss holding my waist tight and caressing my cheek.
"No one's gonna be my bride but you..."

I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
Again...