darling • c.h. [bk 1]

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Dear darling

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You've been looking at me differently as of lately

And you've been coming home later

Your eyes have been glassed over as you stumble into our living room and onto the couch

You've been getting drunk

And it's all my fault

Fuck

I've done nothing but ruin you

And for that I'm sorry

I'm so sorry Cal

How could I be your darling if all I do is hurt you?

What kind of darling does that?

I guess that's why you're my darling now, because you've been nothing but good to me

Unlike me to you

I make myself sick with the thoughts of hurting you

And it hurts

Because I feel like I hurt you so often

So often I hurt you Cal

So fucking often my darling

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yours truly - nicole