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
Copyright © Ali Lynn | Year Posted 2024
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