The Nothing.

Any of my time spent on you is wasted. It sounds harsh, I don't mean it to, this is simply the reality of things now. You don't realize yet that the chance you wasted wasn't your second, it was your last, but you will. I took great care in choosing each and every word I said aloud to mean exactly what I had inside. You can spin me promises of importance, of great meaning and change. Yours are just words though, you back them up with nothing, not even the courage of your convictions. You lack even enough respect for me to assume I mean what I say. You show my words so little value I wonder you heard them at all. Still, I forgive you. I'm not angry. I have nothing left to give you, and so I'm no longer worried about what it takes.