WHAT DOES THIS POEM MAKE YOU FEEL/THINK?

She whimpered I love you,
It was so potent, so surreal.
Especially the way those words
clawed their way out her mouth, drenched in hate and duplicity.

It was as if the words themselves were bruised,
in fact i know they were.
born elusive of there original meaning.
sculpted for this very moment,
to scar me

And I sat there, broken.
My Heart seduced by the shattering sounds of those words colliding with the tears garnering behind my faint soul.

Bleeding through a smile,
I managed to uphold a pseudo facade.
It allowed me to capture the true essence of her beauty,
for lack thereof

I faked a thank you glance,
and seeped deeper into my negative bliss.
My personal utopia of special meditated pain.

When I came to,
she had taken over my physical being.
And had commenced her usual intimate ritual,
Droves of sweat scampering down her bodily canvas, melting on mine.
Taunting me,
reminding me to stay submissive to her prescription, her need to need me.

In her mind we were always as one, but in mine
I felt I didnt exist.
I was just a figure of her imaginative negligence.

I probably shouldn't tell you this
But......