End.

The disrespect to my intellect,

Requires me to check my self respect,

Because for the amount I have left.

Iโ€™m pressed,

Because since Iโ€™ve allowed so much stress,

Left hand center,

My chest.

My heart has been drained,

So much shit it ainโ€™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 theyโ€™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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