👻 banishment spell no. 002: for the limp dick & wounded ego 🕯️

i cast thee out,
oh ye softboy sorcerer
with the dick of a ghost
and the confidence of a influencer husband

you,
who weaponized your almost hard-on
and turned it into a TED talk about your childhood.
who said
“i'm just not in the right headspace”
after three strokes and a whimper.

i release you
(and your medium-rare erection)
from this temple of divine p*ssy.

may your next situationship be with a girl
who loves explaining why you didn’t finish.
may your playlist glitch.
may your hinge date quote Brene Brown better than you.
may you ghost yourself.

you came into my life
with podcast mic energy
and a backup condom you didn’t need.
you thought i was here to heal you.
to mother you.
to clap for your softboy rebrand.
but i am not your fucking therapist.

i banish the boy
who fumbled the bag
because he couldn’t carry it.

who told me i was “a lot”
while being a whisper of a man.

may your phone die mid-text.
may your barber cancel.
may every girl you try to impress
read this spell first.

i am not your mirror.
i am not your rehab.
i am not your ego’s CPR machine.

and you?
are not invited back.

return to sender.
limp and delusional.

🔮