🖤 love spell no. 001: decenter, disappear

🧿 love spell no. 001
(a spell to sever the psychic leash of mediocre men. may their names taste like lint in your mouth.)

stop checking if he watched your story.
he did.
you are unforgettable.
that’s not the point.

this is not about being seen.
this is about never lowering your voice again
for someone who would step over your bleeding body
to answer a text from someone newer.

—

🖤 may your silence haunt him like a rerun.
🖤 may your absence rewire his appetite.
🖤 may your name make his stomach drop in public.
🖤 may he never know if he was your worst or your warm-up.
🖤 may every woman after you feel like static.

—

you don’t owe clarity to men who weaponized confusion.
you don’t need closure from men who thrive on open wounds.

you are not soft anymore.
you are stone.
you are the unanswered call.
the typo he regrets sending.
the lesson he’ll learn too late.

—

🧿 no more timeline surveillance.
🧿 no more stomach drops from “typing…”
🧿 no more explaining your magic to creatures who choke on moonlight.

you are the love of your own life now.
and babe?
you don’t date down anymore.
not even in your imagination.

—

light a candle.
block the thread.
run the empire.
he can sit there.
in the digital purgatory of
“last active 6h ago.”

unbothered is the new revenge.
and you are holy.
untouched.
gone.

🕯🖤🧿