The Anticlimax

One November we made that first mistake.
Just one of a hundred more.
The beginning of something that someday we'd regret—you know the score.
And we began our steep descent.
Didn't understand the words you spoke.
You said some day you'd tell me what the words you whispered meant, and now I know.
We made promises that ruined us.
We made promises that fell apart, and you made promises I knew weren't really true; ones that would break my heart.
It was a cold April morning when I picked up the telephone.
You said the words you said before in a way I understood—we weren't alone.
I started to feel as light as a feather when you told me you chose your school.
You told me "something greater wanted us to be together".
You had me fooled.
And over time that poisoned us.
And over time we fell apart.
And over time I slowly began to hate you, and my light and trusting heart.