I used to think of marriage,
Not as a holy institution of love,
But as an inevitable self-destruct button for relationships.
In my life, all marriage has done
Is tear a couple limb from limb,
Leaving nothing to survive.
This is what I told him when he asked me.
Yet, I still said yes.
Because he made me believe;
Beleive that a marriage did not have to end;
That a couple could make it through.
Now, standing in the face of the demon, Divorce,
I remember what I told him,
And I remember what he promised.
A promise of happily ever after.
A promise of forever.
And now, it's nothing more than empty words.
Just another broken promise.
But isn't that what marriage -and life- truly is?
A lot of empty words, unkept promises, and broken hearts.