Fate

Watching the love seep its way out of your parents bones is something I would not wish on anyone; enemy or not.
It is like fate himself has swooped down to pick at the inside of my chest, making the cracks in my lungs grow bigger and bigger.
I think that watching them slowly begin to hate one another is one of the worst pains that i have ever felt.

These are the same two people who once had a water gun fight inside of the house because of the thundering roaring rain outside, the same people who stayed up all night putting a toy together that now sits in the back of our house covered in cobwebs.
These are the same two souls who are supposed to show me what love looks like.

Watching the love seep its way out of your parents bones is something I would not wish on anyone else, enemy or not.
It is as if the world has stopped, and I am the only one awake, watching them grow bitter inside their chests with the hate for the other.
I do not know how to do this, watch them tear themselves apart.

I do not know how to do any of this.