They say chivalry isn't dead. Be polite. Be respectful. Be a man. But what do you do when respect goes out the window? Do you not be a savage? Do you not be a caveman festering from Love but very often consumed by madness? Women say they want a softer side or Peace? But they genuinely want a rock. Someone coarse often rigid. But it's obvious Rock is just made of jelly. Pretty things that make the rock unappealing. Yet society confused the two. Just to be shocked. Just to the object to make someone deserving undeserving. The undesirable becomes undeniable. Behind a masked veil of insecurity. Their fascade become a makeup in light. With the dark as a shield. But I've seen potential queens become peasant. Only become obsolete to a dream. Yet I burn still. Lil boi egos forreal forreal. Yet I yearn just a bard just lovesick to the brain. Every line a drop of ink is my name lost forever in a sultry designs brain. Somewhere somehow six out of ten. The potential poetic heaven remembers my name. Too late is a disease. Love note of anxious shaky words. A chilling vocabulary a revelation that swell my brain night after night. My heart suddenly noticing it's kryptonite. Her emotions exclaimed. I gave up on men. Not knowing the knight on the white horse always after a war everyday haunted her distance with his gaze. Lovesick off of too late. Sickness and she was his antidote and she didn't even notice it. Sitting a class beyond away. So far oblivious to his gaze. Heartbeat just a flutter. A poet aching for words to say. To know she didn't notice she made him a jack rabbit every day. Waking from a sweet dream. Haunted by uncertainty. She gave up on men. Love is a curse but every day since I graduated I couldn't look away. To know lil boi egos play