I blink back the tears and choke on my own sobs, wondering, how did we get to this point?
How did we go from being madly in love to throwing glass bottles at walls and shouting accusations at each other?
How did we go from waking up in each others arms to pretending the other doesn't exist?
How did we go from caring about every single fear to turning a blind eye to our obvious hurt?
When, my darling, did this marriage turn into a shackle? When did our love run out?
Because I'm sitting on the floor of the home we built together, collecting the shards of glass. I think I'm bleeding but does it matter?
No, it doesn't, because this home is no longer anything more than four walls, a cold bed and two broken hearts.
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epiphany
Poetry(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand A collection of poems and writeups
