Erode

If I called would you answer?

Would you pick up the phone and ask;

“What can I do to help you?”

Or will you tell me a story about yourself?

If I gave you my silence would you be happy?

If I broke my back and my tongue for you?

If I said I was unhappy what would you tell me?

I often wondered what would you do.

Cause lately I've done a lot of thinking. 

About the past that was you and me.

Well mostly it was a lot of you, dear,

And little space to exist as me.

So many years to not exist in.

So many times I made sure I was erased.

So many ways to be unhappy. 

So much I compartmentalised away

I won't call and I won't answer.

I won't pick up because I don't need to know

How life has been treating you.

I am healing the me you tried to erode.