Been running your mouth
Heard you talking shit
Think I don’t mind?
I’m so done with this.

Don’t come around
Like we doing good
You know we ain’t
The way that we should.

Tired of all ya lying
Been screwing me around
You be the reason
I been feeling down.

You got thirty seconds 
To exit my crib
I’m not forgetting 
The things that you did.

Don’t forget your Nikes
They’re still in the box
Your perfume …. your clothes
Your Tampax…. your socks.

There’s no coming back here
So … don’t forget your phone
Guess no matter what
I’m better off alone.


Photo from Google Images:

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

5 thoughts on “THIRTY SECONDS”

      1. Wow! This did read like a song, I must say! Do share the music pieces if you would someday ❤️ I’ve been recording some of my favourite (if I may say so myself!) old posts too, so I understand the pandemic influence 😉

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