I'm amiss of whom my heart desires,
Everytime I decide to live in the present the futures right behind me,
I was already late when it came to timing,
Where there was gossip you couldn't find me,
It's a difference between being afraid of being alone & being the one hiding,
All this shit is tiring,
Lately they've been in despise & it's hard to find that inspiring,
Glossary entitlements,
Just please look down before you tie me in,
What happened to the brighter shit,
Can I at least know if Im choosing the same path my idols did,
Young attempts turn into costly trials,
You can't think in the now after all the shit that I told you was vital,
Inches from investments turned into achievements furthered miles,
Stepping stones, turned into broken tiles,
Lost accordance when getting pussy wasn't being rewarded,
Treatment ain't based off the record, cords been pulled but I'm still Cordial,Broken, Fixin,
High, & I'm still mixin',
If you came back right now, who's to say I'm the same nigga who said 'don't forget me',
Too long to relive it,
I'm slabbed up,
Hulled out,
Lost touch,
Throwed up,
for you,
I guess I have no choice,
but to post up,
for you,
You were still waiting, on me,
Attention was still be paid to me,
I knew we'd start fading from me,
I put the blame, on me,
Why can't you reply, girl my cups's right,
Beside Me,
What we had isn't what's on my mind, do you still care about, me,
A lot of bullshit just I can't allow,
It's still in my bio,
You Vouched,
Who can really get to you, besides me,
I keep it too real to you,
For you to be lying to me,
I won't call it denying, but deep you cut the ties to me,
I'm still mixin',
I'll only talk only if you'll listen,
not knowing how you're doing's just not something I can live with,
I'd still ride for you like it's no brakes
Started talking on a Wednesday then you became the Friday to my Monday,
Give, or take , I'd never give or take you,
That was at a point in time,
There was a point in time, where I mistaken you,
I miss placed you,
Now it's love from a distance, as you through your phases,
Give or take , I wouldn't trade it,
I don't miss the words, I miss how much they meant to you when I'd say them,
You made sure you were the most present, so you'd turn into my favorite,
I'm still mixin,
I sip to Accept what's different,
You were there & were down to differ,
Give or take take me back to the feeling,
YOU ARE READING
Miscon$crewed
PoesíaAs Misconceptions arise, Jackson Expresses these false impressions, false values, in a Chopped Manner.