Isn't that my proof?

I can't weep anymore, see she took that,
I'm sure, I'd scream, even now the beast
Raises his head, like I whispered his name,
I'd scream, but I won't give the bitch that
Last bit of me, that illusion I've never let
Go, she touches me with trembling hands,
Raises my head to look at my eyes, and
I see the tears that I have not wept, and
It hurts me, to see her in pain, and it's
A pain I have caused, but is it real?
Cruel, traitorous thought, but could
He be right? What if it's all just an act?
I remember such tears, once she cried
Me a river, and I came running, a knight
To rescue the damsel, but it wasn't
Long before I took up the role of the
Downtrodden, she tore my heart out
While I watched on, unflinchingly, and
That beast he raises his head, like I called
Out his name, please, her lips seem to
Say as she kisses my cold, stone lips,
Please, and I can't express how it hurts,
I cradle her in with these numb, lifeless
Arms, and her heart warms mine, just
A little, and it scares me, I can't tell!
Does she mean what she says? The
Kisses, the tears? Or am I falling for the
Same act, all over again? God, how,
How can I tell? Cuz I can't stand my
Memories, of her contempt and pity,
But then, can I stand to lose this person
Here, the one who picked me off the
Floor where I had laid down to die, and
The beast rose to his four legs, and I felt
The rage flow from his form, and I know
His answer, like I know mine, fear or
Not, there's this person here, isn't that
Enough? Isn't that my proof?