Sit her down.
Ask her if she'd like a cup of coffee.
Eleven creams, ten sugars,
handful of ice.
Ask her how she's been,
don't listen to a word she says.

Follow her wandering gaze,
tell her you don't hate her,
say it loud enough.
Say,

"I don't hate you.
In fact,
I can't bring myself to feel anything.
Life would be better
if you just died."

Try to wipe the smile
off of your face instead
the tears of her fallen grace.
Let reality settle in,
let it hit her
that this wasn't what
she expected to hear.

Tell her how she hurt you,
rub it in. Rub it into
the bone marrow of
all her half broken bones.

"You're not worth the time,
you're not worth a single day.
You should consider
ending it all.
Save some unfortunate and
unexpected soul the trouble
you bring with your fake smile."

Let her mind wander for miles,
let it really sink in.
You never wanted anything from her, you don't see
anything in her.

"I don't hate you,
I really don't.
I just wish I never
had met you."

And you get up.
You go, you walk out the door.
You've done it to her before.
But this time,
you know she won't be
coming back around
on her ugly knees,
bothering something
that means nothing.