Oxymoron

The tables turned around
From love came hate
trust bore stubbornness
From a lover to a hater
A soulmate to a stranger
From care to cruelty
From happiness to pain

The relights weren't clear
Maybe a wrong route I took
The direction misinterpreted
The river flowed backwards
The sun rose in the west
Everything totally changed
My eyes speak it all.
These tears say it all