Slapback Reality

Honestly, what’s the point in wasting time,
On men who couldn’t even make me quiver?
Why am I feeding into the delusions,
Of guys too fragile to even deliver?

I gave chances to man-children, so needy,
Who wanted a mother, not a lover,
Go cry to your mom and get your nappy changed,
If that’s the only comfort you can discover.

Why did I ever bother with your feelings,
Flaccid and flimsy excuses,
Thinking they’re the kings of some broken empire.

You parade around as if you’re gods of Venus,
But lie with consorts, mistaking lust for reign,
You think you’re rulers with your hollow pride,
But your throne is built on nothing but shame.

So here’s to cutting ties with your hollow games,
Your feeble attempts to hold me down,
I’m done with entertaining the delusions,
Of men who only ever made me frown.

I’ve got better places to be, better love to find,
Than tending to the egos of boys who pretend,
No more wasting my time, my strength, my mind.

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