Supposed to Be

It was supposed supposed supposed to be,

I don’t know what it was supposed to be,

But I know it was supposed to be.

It was supposed to be something great, I think.

I don’t know what I was expecting--

I’ve never done this before,

But I thought this would be the one.

We were so close,

So close to being together, but

I guess,

Something changed,

Something ended:

She said she didn’t like me anymore.

And I know it may sound childish,

To say she didn’t “like” me,

And I know it would sound grander to say she didn’t “love” me,

But that wasn’t the word we used,

And for her,

It wasn’t the feeling she felt.

She said she was nervous,

About the idea of a relationship,

And that she wasn’t ready,

And that she didn’t like me.

Not like that.

And

It hurts, y’know?

Knowing how close we were to something that could have been ours,

Something that could have been great.

And

I’m so tired of thinking about what could have been,

What it was supposed to be.

And

If we can’t be together,

Then I at least want to stop wanting to be with her,

To stop liking her,

Because

It hurts, y’know?

Knowing it wasn’t supposed to be.