It really isn’t that impeded

It’s not really that impeded. Somehow always. It’s my fault. In truth just as I had left it. I didn’t care what you were after. Told myself don’t even tap in. I sure as hell wasn’t exhausting any of my energy on arguing. I’m sure you see it as only your way. Sorry I made you have to fake it. That’s when you hit me up for just a couple bucks. For half assed art I thought you made for the novelty. I’d of probably bought it off you if you had set it at twenty or above. Go on get mad about how I’m no simp. Bitch you must be crazy to even turn down me offering ETH. You really should be honored you made it to my poetry. Hold that thought. There. I just needed to dial it back a second. It’s not everyday. You get to see a wild lioness licking her paws & feigning sweet. Even though you tried to play me it was still nice to see you in that way. Oh come on after all didn’t we both know exactly what you were doing fell right off of me. But right now I’m going to tell you something somewhat personable about me. I’m feeling a little bit greedy emotionally. So I’m keeping all these things. When I’m writing it’s with passion. That I try to have it be compassionate. To endeavor at remembering it’s okey to let it bleed slow & painfully. I promise I’m gonna land this. I’m giving you my empathy. know that I will always be authentic & as honest as I can be. I told you I don’t need no seat at the table. Just know that I eat everyday when I take my break.