SICK AND TIRED

You lied to me
It wasn’t fair
No second thoughts
You didn’t care. 

You played around
I should’a known
I’m not the one
Who’s always stoned. 

I wasted time
Time spent with you
I didn’t know 
What else to do?

You have  your friends
You have your wine
I’m  sick and tired
Of all the lying.

Don’t call me up 
Don’t try and text
Don’t hit me up
For late night sex.

I’m through with you
I got my stuff
There’s nothing else
I’ve had enough.

_____________________

Photo from Google Images: vectorstock.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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