Cruel Lover

It’s cruel, dreams are cruel; The bitter taste of reality compares not to the euphoric sweetness of what dreams can give. Dreams are a cruel love, not because they do not reciprocate, dreams are a cruel love because they are a precious gem guarded and protected by those who have none. Yet, I weep for my dreams, for the child in me that is still dreaming. Dreams are cruel, they offer such sweet and beautiful visions, yet the bitter taste of life drowns and coats such sweetness in a truly strong coat. Dreams are cruel, they whisper such sugary temptations and yet, they escape into a realm which we cannot follow, dreams are a cruel lover, tempting us and ushering us to follow, only for us to rarely get even a fraction of a touch before they are gone. Dreams are cruel, and I love every second of, because that cruel lover, has shown me, such beautiful worlds, I dare not give up on such a cruel love, for the day that I do, is the day that I die.