You said im an o.g
But i am just the same old me.
You told me i was a legend
I tell you im a writer
Nothing more
As you hold me up in such galor.
Im not an o.g
Never was
Truth is
There's little original about me.
I mean
Im not a sellout
I dont copy
But im not hype either.
My spirits get low.
Im not an o.g
Just let me be.
Dont try to lie to me
And tell me im great
Cuz **** well i aint.
Im no o.g
But thanks
*anyways

My dads room was often dusty.
He had...things in there.
Things that would strike a childs curiosity.
Exept
It wasnt my curiosity.
He got home from work
Us kids were home alone.
He saw little fingerprints on his dresser.
I was called up to his room
He snatched my hand
Pulled my thumb
And planted a print right next to the crime scene.
My thumb matched the other one.
I pleaded with him that it wasnt me.
And it wasnt.
But he hit me
And told me i was lying
He told me he wouldn't stop until i admitted it
So i lied.
I told him i did it
I didn't.
I was treated like a dog
Had nothing to do with the situation
Just his way of ******* my head.
He
Made me lie
About a truth
That was easy to tell.
I didnt go up there
Someone else did
But like always
I fell for the crime i didnt commit.
Who the **** lies and says he did something that he didn't.
It happened all the time.
I was
I am
A truthful person.
But he made me lie
About being a liar.
And thats how he kept it.
****.

I wasn't supposed to love you.

But here I am.

Barely able to breathe because your words were nothing but empty promises.
Silently crying as I scroll through months of old memories that once seemed perfect but are nothing more than bittersweet dreams.
Feeling the numb emptiness in my chest because I was too scared, because I wasn't enough.
Hating myself because I have no right to feel heartbroken over our situation.
Begging myself to stop because I know better, so why can't I do better?

I wasn't supposed to love you.
You were never mine to love.

Everyone thinks they can name me.

Hannah.

Daughter, sister, student.

Niece, neighbor, friend.

But my name, my name, hasn't been foretold
and never will
because my name
is Nobody.

What's yours?

Im growing up
Im becoming man.
And with becoming a man,
Society has laid expectations
That i have already broken
Without growing to complete adulthood.
ive already cried in public...twice
Men arnt supposed to do that! Be real!
i hang out with mostly girls
Bros before hoes you ***!
i let my sister paint my toenails
Are you kidding?!?! You ****!
Men...see men are mean.
But...im not.
Men are fearless.
Im scared of ****.
Men are ripped atheletes
I will NEVER look magazine worthy.
Men are *** machines
...im still a ******. Ha!
Men dont care
I do....in fact...i do alot!

I am a man
But that doesnt mean
im a steriotypical one
;)

Can a definition have a question in it? Because I have a question. Why can I feel you here, when you are clearly not? Your smell – I smell your smell – is everywhere. Your touches – I feel your touches – are all over my body. But I do not see you in the person that touches me, and whose scent lingers on me and my bed sheets for hours. Although you are clearly something I can touch and hold, you are not because you are not the person that I wanted so long ago. And then the question that is: “do people ever actually change, or do you just get sick of their personality?” comes up. Because I can promise you, I was so sure I could never get tired of you. So it hurts me that when I look at you, or I am with you, I am really not. You look at me with a destination in your eyes that I’ve never seen. And that’s when I realize that I can no longer touch you anymore.

I lost my virginity one time so I decided to become a poet