kids.

I didn’t mean to think love hurt

It was their fault

Love to me is screaming behind closed doors

quieting each other

In hopes of not waking the kids

kids.

kids on the other side of the door

kids that had their hands cupped

ears to the door with tears in their eyes

kids that were desperately clinging to the hope

that maybe their mom and dad will fall in love again

kids.

Maybe they’ll fall out of love with themselves

And move on to each other

Love to me is saying those three little words

monotonously

as if they didn’t mean that you would hold the world for the other

Love to me is looking at that person

With tired eyes

And exhaustion in your heart

And completely not being able to recognize them

A stranger

With whom you built your life with

Love to me sounds like slamming doors

Love to me looks like boxes

Boxes of memories

Boxes in the back of his car

Almost overflowing

As he drives away

leaves you with a broken heart

And without a date to the daddy daughter dance