you caught me staring at my wall again.
it's embarrassing, truthfully.
deep in thought, without a single care
for the song that plays in the back.
it's from your playlist
the air in my lungs stop halfway
before i'm able to release it back out.
i look at the messages displayed on my phone,
giving the slightest amount of light in the pitch black.
you're wondering if i'm awake
minutes passed, and i still don't know
how i should reply, or if i should at all.
i'm afraid you'll ignore it.
i think maybe i'm being delusional.
maybe the lack of sleep is finally taking its toll.
it's 3:13, and my phone lights up again
with your number displayed on the screen again.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Storycollection of drafts and short stories, or thoughts i was too afraid to speak
