Prelude to a kiss

Just like you said it would be.
A prelude to the end.
The bibliography already in place.
The stories we’ve told to keep our sinking heads
Just above the waterline.
Perverted soap operas.
Hopeless romanticisms,
A stark reality,
An ending I predicted,
Before we knew we’d begun.
The twisted tales
And grotesque secrets,
Put away in cold storage.
The beginning
Preceded by the end
And set upon without a structured middle
And yet
This, is just like I said it would be.