🛡️ protection spell no. 006: villain era discernment

🛡️ protection spell no. 006
(for when he's hot enough to justify therapy)

admitted every crime,
like honesty was sexy.
(it was)
cheated,
ghosted,
destroyed lives with full eye contact—
and i almost said,
“bet.”

almost.

🧿 may i never mistake admission for accountability.
🧿 may tragic eyes never override my bitch detector.
🧿 may my standards always body-check my hormones.
🧿 may i outrun the red flags even if they're inked beautifully.
🧿 may every false “grow up” confession miss me completely.

certified mess:
full-sleeve sin and full sermon,
marine-corps level damage,
baby daddy tragedy,
with eyes that said
“please fix me, but don’t make it obvious.”

i felt the pull—
the villain-to-villain respect.

but baby,
i've read this script already.
your 48-hour soft ghost?
that's a divine deterrent button—
cosmic intervention,
yanking me by the lashes
out of a storyline
destined for damage.

so now?

i call on the smoke,
the sky,
and this weak proclivity towards self-defense—
to protect myself from “almost healed.”

🕯️ this isn’t pettiness.
🕯️ this is strategic villainy.
🕯️ this is me curving the plot twist before i become the next victim.

🧿 may i never rehab another man’s demons for free.
🧿 may i remember: chaos looks better on paper.
🧿 may i always vanish before his next apology tour.

he almost made me feel something.
and that almost?
that shit almost got me.

🖤🕯️🧿