when the sun sets, you then come out
i would have said ‘i missed you’, but i don’t think i was allowed
with my hand in yours, into the closet we went
dusk till dawn, we had our time well spent
through a hug, you engulfed this poor soul
bleeding and battered, with multiple hole
you told me, you loved seeing me like this
not the happy-go-lucky my friends used to miss
of course, it is acceptance that I craved
for happiness was never something you could gave
they said, be aware of
the monster under the bed
but what am I to do with
the one living in my head
it comes out only when
it’s dark
and gone when the sun starts
to spark.
p/s: yes yes another twist ;)))
