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Out of Your League

Boy Bye

By SyncerePublished 2 years ago • 2 min read

I am at peace though my heart is at war My mind inclined to dull out the roar Of the outside world's impression of My lack of convention. My disinterest in investing in a false reality- One more palatable to a woman's place The reflection of my face, my body, my race The measure of my temper should be easy to remember. Oh right- you left and so you lost access to me. Well, recall this to mind when you've carved out the time I'm a conundrum wrapped in a mystery so sublime And so here you come set to pillage and destroy My peace, my boundaries, and my sense of joy?

'How easily does she rile? Why isn't she screaming? What's hidden behind her smile? Haven't I given her enough reason? What thoughts float through her head As she lies alone in bed? Or is she alone? Could there be someone else there instead? No, but toys aren't meant to get up off the shelf To deny my wants or be aware of herself'

But I digress from your narrative My life's mission is not your desire As an author what you proffer Leaves me so uninspired I believe half of what I see and none of what I hear I match energies and vibes - I'm everything you fear I see right through to the core of you While your vision of me is quite askew I'm a sapiosexual. I indulge in deep introspection Falsehoods and pretty lies- my mind lacks the retention To give you a fantasy fueled by basic intentions I'm a walking wet dream. My face card doesn't decline Watch out for the curves - baby, please heed the signs You are simply not ready to rock hard or steady With royalty, so believe me when I say it's not being petty To reject the invitation of your blatant disrespect I lack the interest. You simply lack the intellect. Stay in your lane. Or better yet, please, course correct Cause I'm leaving you where you had me messed up Come on, son- what did you expect? Spinning the block again? Please, pump your brakes. Or why don't we set bets and raise the stakes? I bet you know what you lost Though you could never admit it I bet I won't lose any sleep Will keep winning, banking, staying fit To be tied to those flicks and pics You will stalk when you're down and out I'll be a boss while you're still chasing clout The only apology I will ever to you offer Is being quite contrite that I'm too good, Too hard to handle This is a hard stop to your storyline No dedication or preamble Matter fact, forget that- let's reframe the story It's not exactly like you've ever done anything for me We can edit you out completely Forget you ever existed No acknowledgement, Blinked too long and now you missed it Read my pretty lips, baby you ain't fit to kiss them And these eyes saw through your lies Blew you up- you've been pink misted You're toxicity is no matter to me As long as you take heed and take your leave And should I ever cross your mind Leave me there, living rent free Think of me fondly as the one Way out of your league

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Syncere

Syncere (noun) An author/poet & barely tolerable human being. Masterful trickster of family & friends, as they actually support her. In another life, could've been a failed comedienne. In the grand scheme of the multiverse, she already is.

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    Written by Syncere