And the pain eventually turned around....

When he took his love
Away from me
It was as though
He had plunged a jagged daggar
Into my trusting heart

And with every lie
Every public proclamation of desire
For his new love
He twisted, twisted, twisted
And he did so with such glee

I was horrified
The pain was excruciating
Could he not see my eyes?
The terror, hurt and fear
Could he not feel
My body writhe in agony?

He could not
He was so immersed in the pleasure
Of his brutal act

Soon, others joined
Their hands over his
Twisting, turning
And no one saw the body
Below the daggar
They were so immersed
In the very joy of the moment

They took great pride
In their act
As I suffered under the weight
Of their hatred
And cold heartedness

For a time
I grew weak
I almost gave up
Ready to die
From the sheer torture

But, I was stronger
Than I thought

And suddenly
I was able to push
Myself away
Away from the blade
The hate
The cold hearted laughter

They didn't even realize
I was no longer below their thrusts

My heart slowly, painfully healed
But was oh so ever bruised

And I lived
I laughed
And I loved

And they
They are still twisting
But there is no longer
A body beneath
Their daggar

For I live
I laugh
And I love....