Poetry
When I met him, I fell into a hole
I did not realize it then
I was too busy being in love
The hole had no bottom
I felt like Alice
I was in wonderland
As I fell deeper and deeper
I was smitten by his attention
By his passionate love
I loved how he loved me
How much he loved me
I loved his interrogation and desperation
I misunderstood his intention
He did not love me
He owned me
I was the object of his desire
That’s all I was
An object
With him, I forgot who I was
I became the object he wanted me to be
His belonging
I fell deeper and deeper
But slowly I began to see
How dark and lonely it was
Cut off from the world
A prisoner of my love
A painting on the wall, inanimate
I might die
And no one would know
My disconnect from the world is complete
I have forgotten who I was
I am just his
And what he wanted me to be
I am no longer my own self
I am his possession
I am possessed — by him.
