I Hate This

I told you to go to hell, clutching the phone to my ear. How could you say those things to me? I was the one who had been there for you. The one who didn\\\'t turn you away.

I hung up the phone, tears streaming down my face. How could this be? How could my fairy tale end so quickly?

But if I were to look back, I would see that there never was a fairy tale. It was just you and me. So different that we could never work. But I had hoped.

Was it my fault? Was there something that I could have done? Something that would have kept you beside me? That would have prevented us from breaking into a million unfixable pieces?

I have tried to convince myself that we were over before we started, but I can\'t. I told you not to fall in love with me, but I was the one who was head-over-heels.

So stop writing about how you are a loser, when i am the one who is still holding on to a memory. I\\\'m the loser.