A Day In The Life of Love

Am I the victim of
the worst kind of mistreatment?
A type of love that
even the beholder despises?
For what is love without
it's neccesary advocates?
How do you feel that for someone
who is the enemy of said state?

For she does not love me,
nor show me any of its features,
This is not like those love songs,
where she makes him happy and lightens his day,
this dark flame is named in nature,
as she possesses no pride and joy of mine,
however it seems I am entranced,
somehow taken to this "love"

At one point it would seem the flame shone bright,
and warm for those cold winter nights,
but now it's winter all the time,
and that flame has gone out,
and with it goes the warmth and the light,
until all that's left is the will to fight,
and the only person to fight is me,
and thus we continue this misery.

And maybe that's what happens when she gets back up,
after falling in love,
and even though she knew that the love was gone,
and I recognised, because the signs were clear,
we never brought it up in discussion,
and finally the relationship treatment was disgusting.

So now I've got that off my chest,
I can finally, finally get some rest,
It sounds quite cliche to hear I know,
but a heavy burden is lifted off my shoulders,
for now I've snapped out of my trance,
and even though it took a while,
I can finally look back and smile,
it may be that we couldn't work it through,
but I can now find someone else who,
may make me feel exactly the same,
without the disappointment and the pain,

and I know you treated me like dirt,
but I wish you well, I really do,
for one time, you were my life,
my light in the darkness, my hard work and strife,
so all I can do is respectfully tip my (imaginary) hat,
for I can never fully thank you for that.