Hate or fete?

A room of blur,
eyesight of fur
you pass by,
i say hi,

days on, we interact,
i thought u was quite a catch,
months past,
this feelin began to last

after my search, after so long,
i didnt things could go wrong,
summer times, long nights,
just smiles no fights,

everyday, cuddles and a kiss,
thing couldnt go a miss,
end of a era,
like replacing a broken mirror,

change...bad not the good,
like taking the trees out of a wood,
bitter and despite
you always wanted to fight

the tears i shed,
my heart bled,
love..its gone
everything....wrong,

guilt and pain
you must have been insane
for all i wanted was the old you
how it used to be us two

distraught...and alone
wanting u to text my phone
but all it was is a hate
maybe it was just meant to be our fete...