D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Divorce was always an ugly word.My parents got a divorce when I was 3 And all I could see growing up Was how much They resented each other. And I couldn't help but wonder Why they got married in the first place. What possessed them to take the plunge, When they argued so much to begin with?  I would never be like them.Marriage is for life. But here I am. I haven't worn my wedding ring in over two months And I just told him I want to talk about getting a divorce.What a fucking hypocrite. BUT Hasn't that been my whole life?I'm just a hypocrite I keep redefining myself And...GROWING And I think...I think we just grew                         apart.  We were 16 and 17 when we started dating And 19 and 20 when we got married.We were so fucking young.Just two kids that were so in love.<p> And I miss that more than anything.But I don't think we can ever go backTo the way we were before. And sometimes that's just life.  I started thinking last nightAbout what I would think If I was watching myself nowLike a movie.<p> What if tomorrow is the day I dieand today is just my lifeFlashing before my eyes?Would I regret this being the end?Is this as good as it gets?Is this all there is? NO. There has to be more to life than these four walls.And I just need to run...RUNUntil I findThe ocean. Maybe thenI will be happy again.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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