He
By Jami JoAnne Russell

He raped my mind and stole my soul.
He filled me with horrors untold.
He made me scream in agony.
He blinded me with ecstasy.
He tore me apart to make me whole.
He made me see the world's beauty unfold.
He was my devil, my angel, my Heaven, my Hell.
He forced me to listen to the singing of the Bells.
He open my ears, my heart, my eyes.
He made me laugh, but mostly he made me cry.
I sit here shattered, only remnants of what I was remain.
Waiting for him, to make me live again. Waiting all night and day.
I hate him. I love him. I am him, in a way.
And for all the pain he caused me, I will make him pay.
He opened my eyes, but not without a price. A price too high.
And when I didn't do what he would say, he let out a disgusted sigh.
He may normally always get his own way.
But I swear, someday, I will make him pay.