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Out of Your League

Boy Bye

By SyncerePublished about a year 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

performance poetry

About the Creator

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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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    Whoaaaa, this was extremely powerful!

  • angela hepworthabout a year ago

    Love love love the confidence and self love in this!

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