I live in reality
I dream in fantasy.
So what were you?
Real or a dream.

Round 1

I wished for the latter,
Because in reality
You were my first dream
Come true.

So real, so real that I'm reminded
That the pain you've caused me
Is just as real.
I wish you were a dream.

Round 2

Then I'd be happy everyday,
When sleep comes.
Instead of loathing in pain
At the despair that is my everyday nightmare.

I spent so much time
Indulging in the fantasy
That in reality
I was deluded to the stakes.

Round 3

My heart, my pride, my worth, my love
Were all in,
Gambling my all
While all you had
To bet was insecurity and a bus ticket for the ride.

A ride that saw me fold so much,
I lost it all anyway.
Now standing at the table,
With uncertainty and insecurity in my pocket.
The new definition of my worth,
Seeing as my pride was discarded
My heart torn so you could have a momento
My love ignored in favor of the thrill.

Round 4

I was a thrill. A side show theatre production.
Enjoyable and clearly cheap.
A memory that will fade after a moment.
Glad to have been of service.

But where does that leave me.
Trapped in my reality, ashamed and afraid of the Fantasy.
In Reality I still believe in the Fantasy,
I still believe in Love.
How could I not when i had it.
Unfortunately I just don't believe in the fantasy,
Of Love ever being returned.

Round 5

I've lost. Pathetic.
Not even 12 rounds
Reality has won
Fantasy can dream on.