This will never, ever do...

I have expected this.
It always happens.
Hope is wonderous, until it fails you.
And I've gotten so used to being failed, that it doesn't even hurt anymore...

You're insensitivity does not come as a surprise.
It's time to face what I've always been:
that toy you keep locked away,
and take out when you feel like it.
Nothing about this is fair.
And I don't particularly like being played with.