i fuck with this chaotic micro-twin 👶🏼💥🔥—hard.

🕯️✨

how the fuck
do you love a child

that looks
fucking exactly
like the man
who tried to kill you?

no seriously.
riddle me fucking that.

because
this little face?
this little
chaotic,
genius,
mischievous,
breathtaking
little fucking tornado?
is an exact fucking replica
of the man who gaslit me,
defrauded me,
and then literally
spat in my fucking face.

and somehow—
i still wake up
every single day
and
love the shit out of her.

and yeah—
people are complicated.
i’m not gonna
sit here
and lie
like he was
always a monster.
he wasn’t.

there were moments—
tiny little
flickers of honesty,
and fucking vulnerability—
that hit
just right when
he wasn’t
lying,
cheating,
manipulating,
stealing my fucking money,
or choking me the fuck out.

sometimes he was fun.
sometimes he was smart.
sometimes he made
my heart
fucking hopeful
in ways
i fucking hate to admit now.

🍼✨🤰🌈👶🏼✨👨‍🍼

—

and guess what?
she got
all of those parts.

🕯️✨

babe—
i ✨prayed to fucking god✨
for this family.
i fucking begged—
the goddamn universe 🙏
cried my fucking eyes out—
and if this—
this is what i get?

hear me,
i’ll fucking take it.
a million times over
with this crazy ass micro-goblin.

—

🕯️✨

yo,
she’s got that smile
that makes you
second guess
why the fuck you’re mad—
she’s got that sassy ass bullshit
that makes me laugh
when i’m trying to be serious.
she’s got that
spark of intellect
that reminds me
that if this dude,
hadn’t employed
all his power
in pursuit of pure fucking evil,
he could’ve been—
kinda fucking smart.

and you know what?

i love her more because of that.

🕯️✨

because
she’s fucking proof
that even in the middle
of an actual fucking horror story,
something beautiful still came through.

—

babe,
she is a mirror.
a haunted,
fucking holy mirror.
and she doesn't scare me.

🕯️✨

not even when
she looks just like him.
not even when
she smiles the way he did
when he lied to my fucking face.
not even when
she walks with
his little funny-ass swagger
and talks with
his little sassy-ass tone.

🕯️✨

because
yo—
she’s not him.
she’s fucking mine.

i fucking prayed for her.

👶🏼✨🙏

and maybe
that’s the part
i’m proudest of.
that i never let
the fear,
the rage,
the goddamn trauma,
the fucking betrayal
turn into resentment.

not once.
not for a fucking second.
not even
when she shines
a light
on every wound
he ever gave me.

—

🕯️✨

babe.

i love her
fucking unconditionally
and not in spite of
who she looks like—
but because
of who she is.

and what she represents.

and maybe
that’s the real flex:
i broke the fucking cycle.
she is not my revenge.
she is my curse breaker.

🕯️✨
and even
when she reminds me of him—
she never feels like pain.

—

she just feels
like mine.
every
single
messy,
brilliant,
sacred fucking bit of her.

👶🏼💥🔥