I hear them fight, I am 8 again, but I don’t know it.
I don’t know it, because they didn’t fight when I was that young.
This is a new phase, a new hate.
I hear wicked comments, snappy answers;
I am 14 again, and I am not, because at 14 it was depression that ruled the house.
Nobody talked; the days were murky and endless.
She says something evil, he says something douchy.
And I am too old for this shit.
Why don’t you get a divorce? - I asked 12 years ago
That is not how love works - She answered angry.
I think she was wrong.
miércoles, septiembre 15, 2010
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