You call this a lackluster coincidence, 
wherein the lines have been rehearsed
to bypass a franchised existence -

Bury the clichés.   

I could embrace the gravity dropped feeling
because I crave the inevitable pain - the knick -
in the abyss of the heart that trickles blood stained tears endlessly.  

But you already know the scene is unscripted. 

Keep trying to plug emotions with words - you will fail.
Coincidences pass easily with little memory - I will leave a scar.