I really have to wonder who or what made Daddy become this way. Babies aren't born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?

Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster.

you fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD

We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.