your loss, not mine

by, Cassandra

“Is that all?”

Is that all?
No. It’s not.
You’d know that
if you took the
time to stick around.

To hear me out.

Don’t blame me
for your short
attention span.

Don’t blame me
when you miss out.

(me? hell, I’m going to
be something someday.)

Don’t say you
knew me when.

You never did.