Empty Promises

It gets better, so they say.
May I politely disagree

Because with each passing second, you slap me in the face
Saying everything reflected in the tears in my eyes
Saying (to me):
You're not good enough
You don't matter enough
For me to want to
I have my reasons
So take it or leave it
Because this is me
And I really don't care

About your snivelling little contrived feelings
No matter how hurt you tell me you are
Or how it means something to you
I won't
Because I can
And I know you'll stay
I don't know the reason
But why should I care
And I'll get anyone I want

But sweetie
Thanks for being the flavour of the week.