Divorce
Divorce.
I didn't quite understand it yet. The word was tossed around at school, unhappy parents divorced. That's just how it is.
And I went home and wondered if anyone else knew how turbulent silence was.
There was an uneasy balance. We all read our scripts but none of us really believed our characters.
Funny because everyone else seemed to.
But at the end of the day I went to bed and heard the usual sound of bullets being shot.
Words were hurled carelessly, and I'd cover my eyes and my brother's ears.
My mom would retire to her room, my dad to his.
And I crawled into my mom's bed and asked her if they were getting a divorce.
She said, "Don't worry we won't."
No, she misunderstood.
And I wish I would've told her the truth.
You deserve better.
I deserve better.