Ignore me

Because it doesn't hurt. I know all about cycles and circles and roller coaster ups and downs. I know you'll come around then walk away all over again. I don't care that I'm desperate for your attention, licking your boots like a servant. It's pitiful and needy and I don't fucking care. It's an act too, just one I'm good at.

I wish I felt annoyed. Or ashamed or self-righteous. I wish I felt just a flare of misguided indignation.


But all I feel is ignored.