Untitled Poetry

Seven

Sometimes I wonder
if things were meant to be broken.
Then I remembered that's how things are supposed to be.
You got a new girlfriend, a little too soon if you're asking me.
I've heard that you love her more than you ever loved me.
That's how it was supposed to be.
Things are broken,
and I'm okay with it, because now I love someone too.
He'll never be you,
but that's how things are supposed to be.