Too Much Poem by Brooke Peterson

Seven long years,
and ten longer months.
Many filled with tears-
the build up was too much.

Waiting for our Wedding Day,
planning every detail.
At times it seemed too far away-
time being carried by a snail.

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Invitations stamped and ready!
Thinking of nothing else!
All my efforts into keeping my heart steady-
Six weeks till rings, tux, and dress!

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The First of November
Vows, pictures, cake and punch.
Everything-so easy to remember
...but the build up was too much.

Honeymoon's over they say,
reality hits fast and hard.
After the last bill is paid,
every thank you for every card.

Don't get me wrong-
marriage, it's everything I expected.
I just didn't know planning it so long-
the lack-there-of would make me feel to wretched.

Now everything that used to make me smile,
wedding ads, white cakes, dresses in store fronts...
Anything leading up to walking down that aisle-
makes me want to lose my lunch....

Because the build up, was too much.