Keep Your Intentions (I Don't Want Them)

A large sinking feeling
surrounds me as
the suffocating drowning
sensation closes in.
I try to swallow
the nausea,
try to cope with
the pain.
My mind flitters
about the pressing
let down of
disappointment.
Tears form but none
will spill as I
try to decide
which is worse:
the pain of my
current disappointment
or the fact that
I’m almost used to it
due to your excess
of failed promises.
I push aside the pain
and surrender myself
to waiting for the
conformation of your
lack of caring.