This is Me Sighing Loudly, Yawning.

It wasn’t really all that important.
It wasn’t anything that mattered.
It wasn’t something of interest
Either vague or otherwise, either.
It was just something to do
To help kill the time,
To make the seconds move faster
And appear to have meaning.
If that failed I can’t be blamed.
Though hardly innocent I at least tried.
Did you?

Please take your time answering
And do try to be honest
If only for novelties sake
Just this once.

Or don’t.

And kindly refrain from false tears.
Again, just this one time.
After that feel free to return to your old ways,
Your modus operandi
Or whatever…

It hardly matters.
Not now or ever, really.
Don’t even bother pretending
Otherwise.

I know that’s hard for you,
But do try.

It’ll be easier that way.

Trust me.
If you can, anyway.
I have my doubts.

And, no, I don’t mean that
In the way you think I do.

This is the part where I sigh
In a manner that reveals to you
Just how truly tired I am of all this.
This will be followed by the part
Where you pretend my indifference
Has wounded you.

But, again, I remind you of my simple request
To stop that shit because I’m no longer in the mood
To play the role of the fool.

Of course, I know that doesn’t matter and you’ll do what you do.
It’s inevitable, really. It’s the way you were built/broken.
Still, that doesn’t change anything.
It’s still finished, still dead,
And still doesn’t matter in the least.