I am not a storyline
An imprint on your pages,
A traumatic arc
To steer your chapters
I am not going to be
With you
For 500 torturous days
Loving me for the perfections
That you have written
Until my flaws reveal
I am as mundane as you are
Because I forgot
To converse in metaphors
And nuanced pop-culture references
Until you realize
You hate the idea
That I am real

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