Realistically My Love

You sir my lover are not as the rain:

Darkness is a lot brighter than your words to me,

Because all you do is cause me nothing but pain,

If this wasn’t meant to be, realistically maybe I’d see.

I have seen you in your ugliest hour, that time of need,

There were no angels upon your shoulder;

And only me have let your compulsion breed,

It was an inferno of passion that now barely can smolder.

Your voice, from what I can still hear,

Is cold and heartless being filled with lies;

I used to be blind not wanting to see this clear;

You disgust me and I callused my heart until it dies.

And still, only as fate, I am sure this love will go on,

Even though my heart is broken and I can’t feel strong.