Don’t know why.
Some men.
Feel the need to lie.
It’s okay to greet me.
With a hello and a smile.
But please stop asking.
For my phone number.
If you know you gon’
Start lying to me.
After while.
The first time.
I start to recognize.
A pattern.
Imma stop responding.
And start reacting.
I won’t be messy.
Or even hot tempered.
Matter of fact.
Imma be so cold.
You’ll think it’s winter
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