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Consistency


You like being consist to see me 
But never in acknowledging me 
Those social media pages are dangerous 
Manipulating me easily cause you allow it 
Putting my feeling of being noticed out the window 
Showing I don't give a FUCK WHO CARES
I care I thought you did 
You have showed my eyes lips heart 
That I'm just some girl you call
Your no good I really see that 
You just looking out for you 
I can't be mad 
But I won't be stupid giving all that I have 
That little dip you got off that's all you will ever have 
This little cookie has to find something new 
Cause nigga your not real and that's true 
Demean me calling me babe but go chasing after some new bitch that liked your picture in a mila sec
I'm not crazy or weird 
I just know I don't like that shit 
Whenever I tell you something like that shit 
It just goes out 1 ear out the other
Like you don't get my message 
Your a technology junkie I peeped this 
So when you don't respond to my messages or call me or hit me up 
I know you gotta be on that shit 
Finessing some girl you done shouted out and shit
Putting heart eyes and calling her beautiful
FUCK THIS SHIT!
Then nigga go stroke her ego 
Stop trying to have your cake and eat it too 
Cause I'm done playing these games with you 
I know it's my fault for allowing you to get to me 
But I know it's cause I somewhat care for you not in a physical nature but much more mentally 
Even though we don't really talk I almost think you care for me 
But I need to realize your a good talker if anything 
Since texting gives you time to stroke me mentally without saying it personally 
No hugs or kisses goodbye 
We can be friends sure 
But nothing more than that 
You just showed me your still a little boy 
I need a grown man who can see me all the time 
Hold my hand and cuddle 
Won't ask to fuck when our bodies come together 
But make love in a state of passion 
And opening doors and going on dates won't be lame but an art of chivalry he's learned since the 1st day 
That southern guy I thought you to be just blew up in my face 
Like oops sorry maybe later babe 
I need to be ready to love when I'm ready not lonely 
Cause finding love lonely won't get you anything but heartache 
But finding it when your ready will get you something constituent in every part of your life that you will love whole heartedly 
 
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