Divorce Poem by Layla Vaughn

The breaking of your heart
Is the breaking of my head
But it’s like you said
Life isn’t fair and then you’re dead
I sit alone on my room
Just staring at the broom
I just want this place to go boom
I can’t take it anymore
And my tears start to pour
I start to scream this poem
Thinking “Mabey that’ll show ‘em”
But I can’t be trusted alone
It has already been shown
By the light pink scars on my thighs
And Mabey that’s the reason I’m so shy.
The sound of your heart breaking is audible
Almost tangible
But I can’t take it laying down
With the seemingly permanent frown
If I don’t articulate what’s in my head, I’ll drown
I know I’ll crack
And I know it won’t bring back
The magic that was there
It’s now gone and I want to pull out my hair.
Mom won’t smile
And I feel like a kitchen tile
Broken and useless with my pain
And I wish it could all be fixed by dancing in the rain!
The masks that he wore to cover his face
Are still the leading evidence in this case.
Broken am I, with no friends, all alone,
But I have my mother who has shown,
It’s not healthy to keep your feelings inside
And just like him, she lied.
To hide from their children until it’s too late
That they are indeed taking a break.