I am not a child of divorce
Tho I wish I was.
I am a child of marriage
And yet not of love.
I am not a child who was denied love
Yet was it truly love if it was never free?
I keep thinking of better days
But I can no longer miss the cracks.
It's hard to look towards the future
When I believed I would never have one.
Nothing has changed, not the things that truly matter.
Not me, not her.