Spent My Twenties

Yeah…

You know me.

I ain’t here to waste no more time.

Heard you moved in with a man who still sleeps on his pride,

keeps your phone face-down like the truth won’t light.

Same arguments, same dry roses, same “I’ll try.”

You post close friends story, I can read between the lines.

I remember when the car note ate half my pay,

you still slid through with takeout and a place to pray.

I was chasing a dream, couldn’t show up the right way—

I own that. Pain taught me what my mouth couldn’t say.

If you’re tired of being tough for two,

I’m done being scared of you.

Say the word and I’ll prove it, boo—

I’ll meet you at the truth.

Don’t let him write off your nights like receipts.

Don’t drown your twenties in somebody’s “maybe.”

If I’m late to the party, I’m staying—baby,

my love don’t fade just ’cause we got history.

Spent my twenties confused, now I’m thirty and clear:

I want you, solid, right here.

If you want me, I’m ready to steer—

my love don’t change, it just learned how to be sincere.

We did therapy on a budget, parking-lot talks,

argued in whispers so the neighbors wouldn’t watch.

I missed birthdays for bookings that never popped off;

you cried quiet, said “success ain’t worth my loss.”

I was outside proving things to people I don’t like—

now I’m inside learning how to turn on lights.

Your mama still texts me verses when you block my calls;

even God be like “son, stop playing and crawl.”

I won’t sell you future tense with empty hands,

I’ll show up on a Tuesday with boring plans—

laundry folding, rent on time,

two toothbrushes by the sink, both mine.

Look—he DM’ing models, you double-tapping pain,

he leave you on read, says “you doing too much,” then blames.

I ain’t saying I’m perfect—check my old mistakes—

but I’m ten toes down now, you can hold my name.

Made peace with my father, told him I forgive,

learned love ain’t a sprint; it’s groceries and bills.

It’s “text me when you land” and really staying up,

it’s canceling the club ’cause you needed a hug.

(You say you’re tired) I’m tired of acting cold.

(You say you need proof) I’ll let my actions talk.

(You say he won’t change) That’s not your cross to hold—

drop it, love. Come home.

Don’t let him write off your nights like receipts.

Don’t drown your twenties in somebody’s “maybe.”

If I’m late to the party, I’m staying—baby,

my love don’t fade just ’cause we got history.

Spent my twenties on noise; you the calm I hear.

If you choose me, I’ll prove me, this year.

Hand on my chest, no games, I swear—

my love don’t change; it just learned how to care.

Yeah… no cap, no front.

I’m here. I’m grown. I’m yours—if you want.