Dilemma !!!

Is it love or just lust ?
 
He says he loves me
Cant do without me at nights
Days are hopelessly empty
Often full of fights.
 
Wanting things his own way
Caring not a bit
I beg him to talk to me
He yells : I don't give a shit.
 
The warm feeling when tipsy
He tries to pick up the pieces
But how Can I keep him lifetime drunk
SO that his love never ceases.
 
As the smoke lingers off his tongue
And the smirk so evident on my face
Every inch of his flesh rhythm
And my eyes compete with the liquor race.
 
Rude, dominating, sharp , unpleasant
Will probably describe him the best
Being loved by the one who hates all
Should I consider being blessed ?