You held my hand,
and looked into my soul
as you wove fabrications into my mind.
Promising i could trust you,
you would never leave my side.
I opened my cover, and read you the story.
leaving the last bit blank for you to write
thinking you'd make a perfect ending.
But i end up with a how to manual on deception.
Making me want to cease all basic human functions.
Shut down permanently.
You were my moon. The overseer of the night.
But the moon waxes and wanes
and our cycles didn't mesh.
you were captured in the eyes of a porcelain doll.
but how can you be lost in
something with no reflection.
My nights are pitch black.
The tides have gone crazy.
Wishing i could self terminate,
I've ripped out your pages.
started again.
I've found another you
and hes got copyright permission.
I'm writing a sequel
praying for a bestseller.
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