Profanatory Love

                      Overshadowed by waves of doubt, 

                       I turned this nightmare inside-out. 

                   Am I dreaming or have I made this reality? 

                        Is this heartache true or false? 

                    I'd rather believe this is all a bad dream, 

                    Then believe you never truly loved me. 

                   Too dumbstruck in my state of confusion. 

                          Too blinded by these lies. 

                   Too in love with this smile in this frame to 

                             notice our romance 

                           was just plainly a game. 

                   You knew all the lines and rehearsed too. 

               I'm surely not the first and certainly not the last to 

                 believe in this pathetic excuse of, "You and I." 

          This profanatory love was just another role for you to star in. 

                  You desever an Oscar for playing it so well. 

                        And though I may sound bitter, 

                   And though I feel like damning you to hell, 

                  I blame myself for believing in this pitiful lie 

                         that I once called a fairy-tale.