Often it can be a self fulfilled prophecy.

Some things are doomed from the very start.

I get sick and tired of arguing.

Some people are just not meant to be friends.

This poem is about hope defeated by destiny…

Anybody with any sense would not choose a bad romance.

Some relationships were never meant to be.

Poem.

Love, fun, lust, or bust.

An acrostic based on Linkin Park’s "In The End".