they would set your ass on fire for toasted marshmallows you dumb bitch.

(aka: remember who tf you’re dealing with.)

okay.
bitch.
listen.
get up.

snap the fuck out of it.

i know you feel bad.
i know you care.
you always fucking care.
like a dumb bitch.
even when someone
smashes your fucking face into the ground—
8 months pregnant.
like whoopsies.

you’re like:
“but i get it.
they’ve been through stuff.
they have ptsd.”

girl.
so do you.
and you’re not out here
fighting pregnant women
and calling it trauma.

do not be a dumb bitch.
i say that with love.
and for survival.

because
they will not save you.
they will
run you over
and
blame the streets.

like “oops” bitch.
didn’t see you there.

and still;
you feel bad
that there might be consequences
for their actual actions.
meanwhile—

they’ve been fucking savage.
they left you stranded.
no money.
fucked your car.
no groceries.
no help.
on the floor.
bleeding.
alone.
mid-fucking semester.
probably with a baby.

so let’s get real.
you never snitched.
on anyone.
ever.

not when they punched doors.
not when they broke your shit.
not when they stole hundreds of pills.
not when they manually strangled your ass—

and still—STILL—
they snitched first chance.
on YOU.
TWICE.
for what?

✦ round one:
this little bitch told people
you lied about your miscarriage.
because he intentionally
got two bitches pregnant.
and when you posted the receipts?
an instagram story.
with screenshots.
bitch he called the cops.
because the truth was so ugly
he’d rather have you arrested
than admit it.

✦ round two:
this man left the state,
abandoned his wife and child,
and when you wouldn’t illegally
ship him some pills,
he called the fucking pd.
twice.
back to back.
over not committing a crime.

and those cops?
they deadass said:
“well, he’s a vet. maybe you should.”

BABY.
you could’ve lost law school.
you could’ve gotten charges.
FOR WHAT.
for not sending pills in the mail
and posting his own fucking words.

and you feel bad?
you feel guilty?
girl be serious.

they would burn you alive
to toast a smore bitch.
and then go tat
some new chick on their arm
4 days later.

but you’re over here
with survivor’s guilt
for telling the truth?

✶✶✶

baby, repeat this mantra:

they do not give a fuck about you.
they do not love you.
stop protecting these men.