Im tired of creating fiction

be an addition

I'm tired of dreaming

where reality is teeming

it's hard to survive

when you have already died

But I know everything is right 

when you are in sight

I hate writing about love

But it is non-fiction

--when everything is gone

then ill speak my mind

I'll say who I am

you may stay silent 

thats fine 

I wont mind

As long as you're non-fiction

--I forgot what it is like to see

I repeat lies

I sleep and sigh

tonight is another night

--but I still smile

because in you

I see truth

triumphed in your ways

and speckled in your words

You are non-fiction.



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