darling • c.h. [bk 1]

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Dear darling

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You almost caught me writing a letter

One of these letters

The ones you'll never see

Along with all my pain

I'm sorry for keeping things from you

I'm sorry for lying

I'm sorry for a lot of things you'll never understand

Things I'd never want you to understand

Because you understand, then you'll never be able to love me

Like you said you do

I don't know how you could though

I'm so far gone

I'm too far gone for you to love me

Now you're stirring in your sleep

Mumbling things

My name

You mumbled darling

But now I only wonder what you were dreaming about

To mumble darling

In your sleep

But the thing is, dreams are not real

And never will be

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yours truly - nicole