construing sentences

endings

"i feel sorry for you," 

you told me,

at three in the morning,

in the middle of the conversation,

out of the blue,

as if it meant nothing.

those were just five words

you tossed around

to land in trash,

and that was me,

i was the one that took it.

i asked you, "why?"

just before i cried,

at four minutes

past three in the morning,

in the middle of the conversation,

not out of the blue,

but from curiosity,

from pain,

from the deepest,

darkest

depths of my heart,

that i wasn't afraid 

to show anyone,

but you.

it didn't take you minutes

to reply to me,

as a matter of fact,

it only took you seconds

to tell me the answer.

you said,

"all i'm waiting for

is a happy ending,

and all you're waiting for

is the end,

and that's sad, really."

and for the first time in years,

you made me cry,

because it was the truth,

and i don't think

anyone could change it,

except for you.