IMPRISONED ... into realities which i dislike

I've written the book "Imprisoned ... into realities which I
dislike" ... as a form of protest.
In front of the life itself.
In front of the Universe.
But ... mainly in front of her.
Yes ... in front of this woman ... which was making my reality a hell.
Making me insane.
For real.
This is how i've came into a point of hating all related to life.
Reality itself.
But ... damn it ... she was so, so tricky ... knowing how to
make me ... continue.
Torturing me.
Also ... loving my soul into a way in how i could not resist
her.
The funny thing was that the moment when i was so, so
happy into her arms ... something happened ... always
another psychological game ... and the dynamic changed.
Everything being perfect.
Then ... the story being metamorphosed into a nightmare.
Moving into a vicious circle ... but deeply feeling i am
actually imprisoned.
By ... her magic.
All looking like ... a spell.
And ... yes ... i try to escape... but i fail.
Feeling too dominated.
Even enslaved.
I guess ... she's a real strong woman ... and in front of her charm ... her beauty ... i become so ... weak.
Becoming in fact ... a victim.
Her victim.
Probably ... victim number 836 ... and i am sure that i'm not going to be the last.
Meanwhile ... the charade continues.
I am with her.
I like and dislike it.
I am happy that she's into my life, but i also have many
moments of hating her so, so much.
So ... loving and hating her.
Complaining so much ... and writing books about it ... but begging her ... not to leave.
Certainly ... being illogical.
But that's life.
That's a love story about.
Being so, so atypically ... but also ... illogically.
So ... I continue writing.
Being so, so confused.
Also confusing for the public ... cause all is ... an emotional dance.
A show of contradictory emotions ... too difficult to be
understood.
Even by the 2 of us.