As everyone knows, my parent's marriage didn't exactly resemble 'Cinderella'. In fact, I'd say it was more like 'The Exorcist'.

But now (Thank God) they are finalizing their divorce and, now, are having an epic argument again that resembles the fight between the Emperor and Maximus in the colloseum at the end of 'Gladiator.'

And that was three movie refrences in three sentences.

So, I have written a little ditty about my thoughts and feelings, which is completely strange. But, here it is anyway, mainly because I saved it in a temporary user profile on my computer that I know I'll never be able to access again.

The Dance


Ah, Le Divorce.

All just music.

A tango, if you will. Of values, selfishness, and bad decisions. Deadly, angry, passionate, and bitter.

Of words (steps) that are said (danced) that no one really means or cares about. It's a battle (a spin) of denial and suspicions (a leap) of yells and silly shouts (a twirl) of what is in the past.

How rediculous (a step backwards) that people who are supposed to be mature (another) who flaunt fancy words and meanings (again) and revert back to the children (a trip) they once were.

As they pretend to be victims (grabbing hands) of bad decisions (a dip) that control them even though it's already over (a fall).

But even though its doesn't matter (a split) they still keep fighting (another spin) and will never let go because of pettyness and jealousy.

And the sadness of it all (a step away) is that they will never know how painful the dance is to watch.

(a bow.)