All That's Left to Say

Your words rattle on without honest meaning,
but in your tone the truth is there, gleaming.

Empty hellos and hollow good-byes,
sandwiched around the void of your lies.

I have listened and I have heard
every contradicting shell of a word.

For that, all I’ve done is suffer
and my heart beats just a little rougher.

My well of patience has gone dry
with another false twinkle of your eye.

Yet, you ramble on and on regardless,
so verbose and, oh, so thoughtless.

I turn my back and you keep talking
in the pathetic hope you’ll stop my walking.

There is only one thing left to say
when one so childish behaves this way.

Stop it.
Just stop.