This is now, that was then.
Mommy and daddy are fighting again
(These are my happy places)
Picnics at parks,
Swings in the sun
Slides in the schoolyard.
Please don't go, I'm not done.
S'mores in the flame,
Holding hands by the fire
How will these little moments
Ever show what transpired?
Just one little word
Maybe one or two fights
Didn't last very long,
Only took them all night
It won't happen again,
So I keep these two faces
I cry on the inside,
Hold on to these happy places
(These are my happy places)
Hidden in secret
I'm under the bed
I shut the door tightly
And ignore what they said
Don't hear all the yells
Or this punch, or that curse
I keep quiet and hidden,
And pray it doesn't get worse
A dimwitted smile,
A dumb little laugh
I never spent crying
That time and a half
Two warm purple arms
Envelope two faces
They muffle the sobs
Don't forget these happy places…
(…)
A grab at the throat,
A slap to the cheek
I watch with no feeling,
I no longer feel weak
The screams are increasing,
Yet the fears are no more
I walk past them with ease,
I find it best to ignore
Reality wears hard,
It stabs my two faces
It numbs all my sobbing,
There are no happy places.
This is now, that was then.
Mother and father are fighting again.
Another horribly stupid poem... I'm sorry...
"Headcannon" that I believe that Giroro's and Garuru's parents got divorced... I don't know...