Daddy's Girl || Yandere Father's Day

She wore my name like stolen lace, Sat in your lap—my sacred place. I saw her smile, I saw you grin— So I stitched her mouth beneath her chin. They never learn, they never pray— But I make sure they go away. But I forgive, and I’ll believe— As long as no one else can breathe. I’m Daddy’s girl—your chosen doll, Your blade-wrapped gift, your mirrored fall. You said I’m “pure,” you said I “shine”— So why’s her perfume still on your spine? You made me yours, down to the bone. So if I carve, I carve alone. I cooked her name in boiling oil, Hung up her eyes in floral coils. I prayed to you—my only Lord— Then broke her knees with your reward. They tried to tell me I’m not real. But love is sharp, and steel can feel. I kept your letters in my veins— So now I’m done with other names. I’m Daddy’s girl—your wrath in silk, Your little rose fed blood, not milk. I kissed your sins, I cleaned your mess— Then fed her death in Sunday dress. You wanted fire—I gave you war. You slammed the gate—I’ll burn the door. This heart you built will never stray— And what you own… you cannot slay. I’ll take her hair. I’ll take her face. I’ll leave no trace in your sweet space. She begged, you know—so soft, so red. But love means nothing once they’re dead. I’m Daddy’s girl—your final breath, Your lullaby that ends in death. You tried to run, but love won’t fade— So sleep inside the bed you made. You bled for her. You died for me. I win, I win… eternally. You’re mine. You’re mine. Forever… mine.