Doomed. Like a wine glass knowing it'll get dropped someday.
Like new shoes soon to be scuffed and muddied.
Like two cars driving head on awaiting the crash; bracing for the inevitable.

We were doomed from the start of the race.
Never to finish.
To be beat by the tortoise.
The slow creeping cracks in our porcelain hearts spreading with every passing glance.

The sad thing is that i knew it all along.
But in the instant you flashed a smile at hopeful, desperate, doomed-from-the-start-me, i forgot.
Only being able to conjure up thoughts on how our stars might align differently.
How maybe, just maybe you and me could be.