you don’t care

 not in any way i understand 

not in any way i care to be cared about 

no lover of mine would hear how devastating it is to be waiting to hear from you 

and be so comfortable depriving me of it

no lover of mine would say such promising things 

and fail to deliver on them

no lover of mine would so adamantly defend their inaction with excuses that centre themselves 

desperately clinging to their sense of self while driving a wedge between any future we had spoken of 

you don’t care, and i’m not sure why i ever believed you did