Muted Emotions

Maybe you’ll call Today Maybe you won’t Deep down I don’t like the sound Of either If you do I’m a cracked Overused step stool For your ego Overflowing our conversations With daydreams filling Our summer Just for you To leave each one At your doorstep As you shut off Your bedroom light Without saying a word But still expect me To be waiting there In the morning With no tears No questions Just happy to see you With that pleasant smile On my face You compliment but really overlook Just so my change Ends up in your Pockets Cause you spend yours On things that are killing your lungs slowly Or just leave Your eyes constantly bloodshot But if you don’t call Embarrassingly I feel worse Than how you treat me