Half past eight in the eve
He\'s calling late, knowing I dislike the phone
Lacking consideration, he calls it a foible
And insistant, he exists it seems, to install cracks in my boundaries
Chip away until I wonder, am I being over the top?
I am not
The crack will spread, across all that I am
Until I shatter
And lay
Wondering how it happened
Sure I was to blame, in some way