Elle (theroadtoelle) wrote,
Elle
theroadtoelle

You don't get holidays with this job

Shattered glass
strewn over the floor,
like a hundred
shattered dreams
of what parenthood
might have been like.
Tearful apologies,
desperate attempts
to blame the other,
and neither consider
how exhausted
and sick of it all
I am.
Tags: caitie, jayden, poems, poetry
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