Sunday, July 18, 2010
Self fulfilling prophecies
You were never meant for me.
You belonged on the arms
of kings,
of business moguls,
of celebrities.
You were meant for better things
and better people
than me.
But you held me
and you kissed me
like I was a king,
like I was a business mogul,
like I was a celebrity.
Until you met one.
And my worst fears
became self fulfilling
prophecies.
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