falling behind

if you ask her who all those love letters are for she’ll tell you they’re for her but late at night when she’s tossing and turning in her bed the words haunt her cause she knows they’re not for her.

they’re recycled for whomever needs them most on any given day, at any given moment and even though she feels like she needs them most, she knows her feelings don’t matter and that the words will never touch her skin no matter how many lies she tells herself to fall asleep.

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