#038

038 /// 08.02.2026

🌍﹕day 038﹕XYZ

Aquelarre pop.

The first time I heard Manchild

my mind went straight to you.

I told myself it was nothing,

out of respect,

out of love.

I trusted you.

You stepped away for career, for duty,

the heavy things that pulled you under.

I let it make sense

because I wanted to believe.

I was foolish to fall into that quiet trap.

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get.

I loved it, Nikki, when you stayed avoidant.

I loved the chase,

the distance you kept,

the way you made me believe

I was the problem.

I like my men all incompetent.

This one cut deeper than I expected.

I saw you differently.

If only you could see yourself

the way I do.

You are a ten, still and always.

But the way you carry your traumas,

the way you shift beneath their weight,

does not give you the right

to wound me,

to wound others.

Why you always come running to me,

taking all my loving from me?

You knew exactly how to play the game,

and God, you played it well.