your eyes tell a story
but it's fiction; i can tell
chapters that didn't happen
how i wish it wouldn't sell

a bestseller
keep it in your head

i've become obsessed with it
the turning of the pages
mislead by circular mysteries
and it's been this way for ages

waiting for a sequel
never to be written

you penned a hopeful finish
a happy ending for us all
but i know it won't turn out that way
we see it from afar, but then we fall

over and over
we fall

setting and scene; light it on fire
and burn away the pretty words
no more of this pretending
wounding like the antagonist sword

the spaces between the lines
are deep cuts

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