not hard

Caring seems to be a matter
That you don’t quite understand
Or wish to understand.
It seems that loyalty and foundation
Are beyond your grasp
Your prioritisation lost.
Your thoughtless motions clearly
Desert the most needed
For meaningless ennui and pointless
Celebrations
A slight of hand and foot.
Don’t care. Don’t care.
Don’t try. Don’t try.
so don’t return to hold my hand
when you simply see me cry.