‍ ‍ ⋆ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 ┈ 𝙻͟𝙰͟𝚆͟𝚈𝙴𝚁

‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ 𒈔 𓂃 ⠀ ˚̩̩̥͙ ͏͏͏ 𝓵𝑖𝑓𝑒─𝔩𝑖𝑛𝐞𝓈 ︎ ︎𝔬𝑛 ︎ 𝔀𝚎𝑙𝑙𝓈⁎

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I want you back . I don't want anybody to touch you , look at you , kiss you . you're mine . you're mine .

hurt me. leave marks down my porcelain skin and hurt me. i don’t care if it bruises. at least i know you haven’t left me.

yes, yes, yes. i do like you. i am afraid to write the stronger word.

we spend the day arranging ourselves to avoid contact, but you linger on my mouth. my eyes touch the exposed clavicle under your loosened shirt. a wound reopens.

do you blame your father for the way you ended up?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ྾ ❫ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𓈒 ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ྾ ❫ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𓈒 ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀i want to be 𝗲͟𝘃͟𝗲͟𝗿͟𝘆͟𝘁͟𝗵͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗴͟ to you … ⠀ ⠀the 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 & the 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝚃 person you ever knew . ⠀

blessed be the daughters of cain, bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception.

i am my father's daughter, in anger above all. i have his eyes. he has my impatience for myself.