Unsure

All I remember
the memories are jagged and torn
like photographs
and if you asked me
if I knew her
I'd say no.
she's getting married
high hopes and presentation
I laugh because I know
somewhere deep inside her soul
lingers a tiny bit of doubt
squirming like a worm inside her belly
and he clutches her like a rag doll.
He owns her
he'll impregnate her
and they'll live dull lives
and when she thinks of me one night
while he fucks her
I hope she wishes it was me