Two years ago
I stole your baseball cap
You let me wear it
Said I looked nice
Now you have a new one
Not dark green
But black
Sin
Your hands where they shouldn’t be
My mind asking if it was right pushing thoughts away because
“That’s what boyfriends and girlfriends do”
But is it what God says is right
“He never said anything against touching each other”
But still
Tears flow
After waking up at night
Making sure you aren’t nearby
That you don’t see me break
Because **** it
It’d probably make you glad
If you knew you still haunt me
Your ghost tracing my body
Since when did I become an object?
Since when did curves and ***** matter?
It didn’t matter when you first fell for me
Why did it matter then?
Why do I still wake up screaming, crying from memories of what you did to me
I don’t feel like a kid anymore
I feel *****
Unclean
Inhuman
I don’t like your baseball cap
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC
Two years ago
I stole your baseball cap
You let me wear it
Said I looked nice
Now you have a new one
Not dark green
But black
Sin
Your hands where they shouldn’t be
My mind asking if it was right pushing thoughts away because
“That’s what boyfriends and girlfriends do”
But is it what God says is right
“He never said anything against touching each other”
But still
Tears flow
After waking up at night
Making sure you aren’t nearby
That you don’t see me break
Because **** it
It’d probably make you glad
If you knew you still haunt me
Your ghost tracing my body
Since when did I become an object?
Since when did curves and ***** matter?
It didn’t matter when you first fell for me
Why did it matter then?
Why do I still wake up screaming, crying from memories of what you did to me
I don’t feel like a kid anymore
I feel *****
Unclean
Inhuman
I don’t like your baseball cap
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