Dear Love - Poem by Bonnie Allen
Lately Ive been dreaming of a fairy tale.
A fairy tale where reality isn't hell.
Hurt like hell.
And I don't have the power to stop them.
Every night I dream.
Wish you were the journal I once
The one I could tell everything to.
But lines are different, boundaries are in
It's best if you dont know.
It's best if I dont let it show.
It's best if I let go.
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