Darling.
This word.
You made it no more special.
You used to call me this, out of love.
Then you lost the love.
You didn’t tell me.
You changed the meaning.
It was my name till you wanted something from me.
Then I became darling.
If I didn’t budge, then my name plus darling.
That was your ticket.
You knew I was narrow minded.
I loved you too much. Actually, I love you too much.
You always said you were good with words.
I’ve heard. I’ve seen. I know.