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.