Divorced Poem by Shadowed Past

Once was love, that burned like a crimson sun.
Things turned around and all they do is fight.
Seems to me, I’m a battle not yet won,
Yet they are always there, holding me tight.

Hop-scotch and jump ropes are now in my past,
But things have gotten better since I’s little.
May act childish, what’s forgotten must last.
But still between them, right in the middle.

“You tell her that I say…” “Tell him I said…”
Sometimes I go weeks, and that’s all I hear.
When I think about it, it hurts my head,
I replay it back and it hurts my ear.

Obviously not angels from above,
Life may be hectic, but still I feel love.