Why would I want to give you anything

After you misunderstood so much about me?

Why would I want to sit at a table with you

After you put my chair in the corner?

Why would I want to be let back in

After you told me to wait outside

And promised that as long as I’m good

You might open the door.

Why would I want you to open the door

Except for the fact that I believed you when you said

“I really do love you”?

You haven’t shown me love.

You told me part from you

Because I refused to support bad decisions.

So I guess the only reason why I have hope

That things will change

Is because I haven’t learned the lesson

You keep trying to teach me,

With your decline to engage or explain or lament.

Words are just words

They mean nothing

Without deeds.