the fatherless crave a love
that only a father can fill
and when it isn't there,
they find it in monsters
that disappear in lustful shadows.
yes, that is when the monsters
come out—
when a maiden pokes at the doors
in the alleyways,
when she wanders in the woods
alone.
the monsters will appear before her
and she will greet them.—daddy issues
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Addict with a Black Heart
Poetryaddicted to love but my heart is black - confessions of a recovering love addict and her story of rehabilitation. ©thebigeyedpoet 2017