Broken Glass

I am infinite arguments,

creeping towards the ceilings,

into the sky for all world to hear.

I am broken glass,

pleading to be put back together-

being put back on the comfort of the self,

but the peices. . .

they don't seem to fit the same.

I am the translucent window

peircing out only to see

the father of two

leaving to never step foot in that house again.

I'm the unpaid bills.

shoved to the side

in hopes to disappear

and never return.

I am gas miles.

driving only to see your dad,

in the arms of another women.

With a happy family around him,

that you will never be apart of.

I am the happy ending that never happened.

the lost hoped and dreams.

I am. . .

Children's Cries

Parents Pain

Love Lost

I am Divorce,

I'll split you in two.