Will She Wed Him Or Merely Bed Him? Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

It should suffice to say I was thoroughly unprepared for this,
But I don't know that it can really explicate the train wreck I'm in.
The dupe went from rebound trash to a groom?
I remember when I asked her the same question;
She and I were alone in my room.
Her response was no.
What really transpired in such short a time,
That he claimed so quickly what for four years, was mine?
Her heart came first, now he has her hand?
She asked me for advice, what am I to demand?
That she leave him for me, who hurt her already?
No, I won't try to regain her by use of pity.
I won't try to regain her at all.
I promised that if this was what she really wanted,
That I wouldn't miss the wedding for the end of the world.
But before she decided to have him, to make damn sure
That she loved him and he treated her right.
(Will I one day regret that I let her go without a fight?)
Irrelevant I suppose, what will happen to me.
I honestly only want for her to be happy.