Her Absence is Ruining Me.

I'm a victim of a man I don't even know, he took my happiness from me.
He didn't violate me, he didn't abuse me, he just stole her from me.
He's told her he knows what she should feel. He's told her she is insignificant.
He's told her that she isn't what she thinks she it.
He controls her. He manipulates her.
She is crumbling beneath the power he is wielding.
She has said goodbye. She has said goodbye again.
Last time I didn't listen. This time I fear she won't reply.
She was my world. She put the stars in my sky. She hung the moon just right.
He took her from me. He took her because he didn't like that I was female.
He took her because he didn't like that we meet in a looney bin for children.
But when you meet the right person, it doesn't matter when or where.
I hate that man.
I hate her family.
I hate her school mates.
I hate the world that brought her down, that drove her to suicide.
I hate the man that violated her in every way imaginable.
I hate and I hate and I hate and I feel it destroying me.
And maybe a small part of me is loving it.