{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: daddy called me cupcake

Daddy called me cupcake.

He said I was a princess,

That I was everything

Sprinkles with the cherry on top and all.

Daddy gave me a pastel blue plum dress

knowing my late blooming chest

would attract boys less.

And I hated that and he knew it.

But we also knew the crown he was making for me.

'Family tradition' he'd say.

Daddy washed the blood from his hands

when clipping roses and throwing them on my path.

He always knew the things I wanted weren't needed

And the things I needed were only enough.

Daddy cried at my graduation.

I wondered if it's because I was moving to another institution

or moving onto a muddy route where roses

were merely crushed beneath with all

the Pricks sticking out.

Daddy called me cupcake

before he closed his eyes.

"Don't make a big appetite take a slice of your cake, princess." He said.

"And make sure your man can bake."

I still never understood what that meant.

Not until this prince of mine with pink sugary lips saw me

in a blue plum dress and

called me cupcake.

⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎

so like who else loves their dads though?

(mind you a mother can be a dad too)