WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE.

I know I never say exactly what I mean,

I always think you can look through me.

But I guess I was wrong,

But now you and me are both shattered

and maybe that is what suppsed to be.

The other day we were sitting on a bench in a garden,

I had never noticed before that your starry eyes

had a touch of both hazel and brown in them.

I meant to look inside through them,

Pour my heart out, I thought I would never lose you again

But in them, I guess I just saw myself,

And what I needed

And maybe it why I have this now,

My hollow self and a feeling that everything is going on slow,

Like days are long and nights even longer,

With no arms around me to love ,

Maybe because erlier I did not have mine to offer.

Its crazy,

I still remember you legs tangled around mine baby,

We were just lying in your room, me facing the wall,

And you facing me,

I miss it and that you cant see

Maybe that is how it was supposed to be

I know you're never coming back to me.