Daddy’s Girl

He broke my world, but he’s the only one who can make it feel real again.

I should hate him for the scars he left behind.  Every memory of him should burn.

But that hate twists into something darker, an ache I can’t silence, a craving I can’t explain. He’s the storm I’m still addicted to, the danger I will never escape.

This isn’t a love story. It’s an obsession, reckless, consuming, and unforgivable.

And even when I swear, I’m free, my body still answers to him.