End.

The disrespect to my intellect,

Requires me to check my self respect,

Because for the amount I have left.

I’m pressed,

Because since I’ve allowed so much stress,

Left hand center,

My chest.

My heart has been drained,

So much shit it ain’t much left.

The promises of things,

Which these men cannot achieve,

Leaves me to believe ,

That the ego in men is men.

Continues to supercede,

The reality of things.

And instead of being consistent,

They continue to change like the,

Leaves.

Like I wanna Fall,

In the middle of Summer,

It seems they’re dying for the chase,

I am not a runner,

See I thought this love shit would be a lot more funner.

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