You show the least emotion- something I won't pickup,
I fear confusion is a piece of your person....
And Liars are the weaklings I won't entertain
Inciting their abrasive tentacles and uncontrollable desires.
So spell out your intentions fast, because I'm in doubt.
Whoever your EXES were;
I'm never going to be them
Trust I'd always expect your phone call,
when I struggle to find sleep,
On those dreadful nights as my mind gets broken yet again.
To be the enthusiasm fighting my fears back
And the cloud of hope whirled above my head
Or are you the type that is ever absent, willing to participate only when my 'cake' is ready.
Ever drifting to the friend zone, even when there's none in my space
Will you be different and valuable for me?
Or are you just here to take away the energy
Like an arrogant Knight--with plastic shield and words.
Not willing to listen to my silent pleas,
Even when I struggle to mutter them beneath the pitch of my broken self.
You are old enough to get pushy and know better
So are you willing to be real to me
Or you're just on a mission of badluck to destroy my shine.
Like bottom dwellers- waiting eagerly to use a siphon (kiss) to suck my virtues.
Then throw me away, after you've drained me to tears.
Who are you please answer fast?
A broken male or a real man?
A time waster or the gold crown
I'd been expecting all my life to relieve my waned hopes!.
POET: Babatunde Modupe
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