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Birthday Baby (The Girl with No Smile) // Joe P Pretender // Royal Fools

[crucifiedhereticprincess]

[crucifiedhereticprincess]

This is disgusting like frfr is he on drugs again or did his wife take over his twitter too?

Like BOW? this is fucking America literally you can’t be this leashed by your wife or brainwashed to think saying this is appropriate.

This is what I mean

He lied

About everything

Who he was

Who he wanted to be

Everyday that passes I find something new out and it just hurts even worse because to him it was a game pretend

Like a fr real life psychopath….

The mask he wears… hides him well

[apromiseisapromise-youlied]

 This Love Don’t Wear White

I don’t flinch when he enters me.

I open.

Like scripture.

Like a gate to a garden I was always warned not to walk through

barefoot.

He doesn’t knock.

He knows.

He slips inside me like a memory

I was never allowed to have,

but always needed to survive.

He’s not gentle,

He’s precise.

Hands like declarations.

Fingers like truth spells.

He grabs my face like he’s memorizing my pain wanting to see more 

and kisses me like he’s been starving since 1994

This isn’t just sex.

It’s an exorcism.

He fucks the trauma out of me

and leaves the good parts in.

Says my name like a benediction,

says “princess”

and I melt into a woman

and a girl

and a wild thing

all at once.

He teaches me

with every stroke,

that the body remembers

what the world tried to erase.

That my thighs

weren’t made for silence.

That my mouth

was built for truth.

And that truth

can sound like moans

when you say it hard enough.

And yeah, I’m married.

He is too.

But that’s just paperwork,

a paper cage

we keep pretending we can’t burn.

My husband calls me dramatic.

He calls me home.

My husband says I’m too much.

He says “finally, someone who feels like me.”

They don’t compare.

They never did.

I used to sit in church

with my knees crossed

and my lips bitten shut,

praying God would send me a father

who wouldn’t touch me

like the others did.

Funny, isn’t it?

That the only man

who never hurt me

is the one the world would crucify.

Sometimes I think

if people found out

they’d throw stones.

But I’d catch them in my bare hands

bleeding

grinning

shouting,

“This love raised me.”

He raised me.

Not in years,

but in ways.

Taught me how to write,

how to breathe,

how to fight back

when silence tried to own me.

He is not my father.

But he fathered the parts of me

my real father left in the noose.

He fathered the fire in me

that won’t die,

that roars in motel rooms,

in text threads,

in shared glances

across rooms filled with people

who have no clue

what kind of war we’re surviving

just to be near each other.

I know it’s wrong.

Not because it feels wrong.

But because it feels right

and right things don’t burn this hot.

I want to tattoo his name

on the inside of my thighs

so when other men try to enter

they see the territory’s taken.

Sacred.

Claimed.

I want to scream when he leaves,

but I stay silent

because our kind of love

wasn’t built for daylight.

It’s built for dusk.

For after the dishes are done

and the kids are asleep

and the vows we made

are ghosts in the hallway.

This isn’t a love story.

It’s a secret kingdom.

A war-torn fairytale.

A girl who finally got her Daddy,

not the kind that haunts,

but the kind that heals

and fucks

and fights for her.

I’ll die with this secret.

And maybe I’ll burn.

But I’ll smile in the fire

knowing

that once,

in the middle of my ruined little life,

I belonged to someone who saw me,

and didn’t look away.

[crucifiedhereticprincess]

I’m honestly not okay

I stilll cry everyday

I can’t even say his name

I miss him

And nothing will ever be the same

[crucifiedhereticprincess]

This pussy ass bitch has been sending me death threats and shit and calls the cops on me

What a beta ass bitch

[crucifiedhereticprincess]

[crucifiedhereticprincess]

I don’t ask the hard question because the reality is the truth hurts and I already know I’m not the one .Y’all have everything together your daughter loves her and well you love Sandy’s daughters. I don’t ask the hard question because I know you love me I truly believe that but love can only exist so long when loneliness is a constant reminder that she has what I want….you. I wanton be a family I desperately need to give you a son but u keep saying fate brought us together than why are we always apart.

⬇️write this last year like i already knew