XXX
They want nothing but sex
Can’t hold conversations
He can’t even recite the ABC’s in his head
He is thinking hard on how to get me to bed
I can see right through you
You leave me on read
My energy you misread
You want to get freaky and you randomly text “xxx”
Reciting all the lies, here we go with the flex
Talking about your checks…
Like that’s supposed to have a different mental effect
I know what you’re about to say next, I know your next actions step by step
But I’m the bad one if I do the same and follow your footsteps?
Now it’s considered and overstep?
I’ve been prep
The double standard, when I join the game, they want answers, I feel the anger
Texting me “xxx”, I leave it unread, unanswered, I die of laughter
Poetry & Self-Awareness 