CONVERSATIONS WITH THE OG
—Hey lord.
Hey luv.
—Halo.
Hello. Don't talk in circles.
—Not today, we haven’t spoken in too many.
And in that time, I’ve seen too many...
—My God. You act as If you didn't.
I'm tired of it.
—I won't call you a liar. Or all people say in its place, when you are away! We ain't close so I never lied to your face. Buuuut I know I’ve done some things to turn you away. But I follow your rules. Measuring life through my waist. Low-key, penetrating middles during crisis to live a high life.
You interpret them different!
—Maybe. But just think…You know the damage. Sure, I miss managed. But I miss how she managed my...
—My bad, I'm still fresh with rage, so I’m not watching what I say. We got our secrets. You don’t always Keep them, Remember. You nearly drowned me in tears. Don't ask me to come home. You entertain too many people that were close to me. Too many I miss, that I can't go see. Right now, I have all I need-mostly.
—I have been a glutton. But I'm not full of it. I cleanse daily. My sense of smell is better than my humor. I smell you in the air. Sometimes it makes me sick. The energy has two seasons- loud and clear. And clearly, you're in the time of not caring.
—But seriously OG, one joke I never understood was “people I put through hell love me the most. And those that returned the favor I don't.”
God bless because goddamn.
—Either way I'm good because I'm still here, alive and kick-in it with you. My weird friend. whose betrayal feels like love. Our relationship has me open. And I ain't into that unless I’m the one going in.
—Lol.
—Can you believe were talking? I can't because we don’t usually. But I’m gonna go. You taught me “never exhaust a good time".
Before you go. Why did you? You used to believe wholehearted. Now I am the drug you blame and take for pain.
—C’mon. You already know. I already told you. You did it. Taking away everyone, I loved and needed.
You are Alive still and by choice. I never promise a moment past your present. I have gifted them all. I am blamed every time you ruin. And those you blame me for, did I take them on purpose? Or was it an accident?
—I thought you didn’t make mistakes.
I didn’t and I don’t. I said accident. Again, you mis-interpret. Man dies on purpose, with purpose or by accident, Never from my direction or my hand.
