I keep checking my phone waiting for something, for you to  tell me what’s on your mind.

But you’ve told me you don’t think much. 

 

I guess I can’t expect more than what I give. Or even equal, because we are not the same. 

 

People tell me every day that I deserve better.

I deserve me. 

 

I think it’s funny how every time I don’t sympathize, we don’t talk. 

 

That tells me I’m your ego builder. 

But I won’t be your construction worker anymore. 

 

I  will be here as your sturdy foundation, 

But I refuse to this continual maintenance. 

 

No more. 

 Not when my paint is peeling 

My foundation is cracked 

Beams, concave 

Dry wall crumbling.

 

I no longer hold the polish for your palace 

When my roof is leaking. 

 

I try.

Another olive branch to make me feel better. 

 

I climb towers without ladders. 

 

Why is there an elevator to my heart?