This is what I feared would happen.
That you would prove me wrong,
And by wrong I mean right.
That all the doubts I had in the beginning,
Would make themselves come true.
That I would set my eyes on you,
And begin to see a glow.
That you would feed off of my emotions,
And make me forget for more than a second,
Black holes don't turn into stars.
But then again, what's wrong with being a black hole?