The Night He Stole My Book

I know you.

I've studied you.

You are the mirror image

Of the person I was always meant to be.

But someone altered my destiny.

That night he walked away

He stole my book.

I haven't read

Ever since.

I wish I could be you.

I wish I can go back in time.

And make amends with myself,

But I can't do that now.

I must live with who I am

Because someone stole my book,

And I haven't read ever since

If I could go back in time,

I would warn my mother

Of what this man would do.

He will ruin me. He will ruin you.

He will steal our family book

I could save myself,

And finally fulfill my destiny to become you.

But I'm not you

Because someone stole my book,

And I haven't read ever since

What is not meant to be

will destroy destiny.

He was not meant to be.

He destroyed my destiny.

You were never meant to be.

Now I know my enemy.

You stole my book,

And now all I want to do is read.

Reviews

[NEY]

The last paragraph is my favorite! The line 'what is not meant to be will destroy destiny' is a very powerful image - and also very true! I agree with @Ajoniaa with her statement of the dark atmosphere; it makes me think, that possibly you loved the man very much and were hanging onto his love for a while, however, in the end you had to let go because it was killing you.
Nice poem ! :)

[Ajoniaa]

An interesting read, it has a fairly dark atmosphere around it, that isn't necessarily a bad thing. I like that the poem gives a different perspective, something that wanders away from the generally seen conventions.