The Excruciating Moment Of Waiting For A Text Back


The nails I have to stop myself from biting
Because I swore I’d be more feminine for you to notice me,
The hair from last night still slightly curly
But losing its luster as I toss and turn
Thinking,
“What the hell?”
Like some sort of addiction
I check my phone in a timely fashion
Of one, two, march;
Waiting and waiting.
I find my nails in between my teeth again,
Subconsciously-
You can’t stop the world from moving
As I lay motionless in place.
Time passes though,
With or without me.
“What the hell?”

The Excruciating Moment Of Waiting For A Text Back

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