lacking plot

my hands get sore
writing away
telling lies about you
making up memories
i wish i had
retelling nights together
through someone else’s eyes

if anything i wrote
ever truly transpired
hollywood would go broke
everything would be too perfect
for a film adaptation
from a book deal

but who reads anymore
when the click of a button
brings you everything you need
lies to your heart
to stay forever
in your mind


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