I never listened to what you had to say
because you always said too much.
There was just such noise around you
and I couldn’t really hear anything.
I never listened to what you had to say
because you were so regularly whiney.

I never listened to what you had to say
because of the speed with which you spoke.
It always took so damned long
for you to get to the end of every prolonged extended sentence. Every fucking time.
Damn.
God. Damn. It.

I never listened to what you had to say
because you said a lot of ridiculous shit.
I mean
whenever I did stop to think about
what you were trying to say,
when I got around
to actually decoding
your attempts at communication
I would consistently find myself consequently muttering,
“Welp,
that’s yet another seventeen minutes
I will never regain.”
The only times I didn’t say that
was when the times were greater:
twenty eight minutes
or forty three minutes
or during one splintered conversation,
two and a half freaking hours.
I never listened to what you had to say
because of all the previous disappointments.

I never listened to what you had to say.
I have never listened to what you had to say
before.
I never listened to what you had to say,
which was admittedly disrespectful,
but I think I have proven,
was somewhat substantiated.
I never listened to what you had to say
but if you want to give it another shot,
I’m listening.

Don’t fuck this up.