You are calling and I just keep staring frozen my heart resonates to the vibration of the ringing phone.
My eyes are hazzy My mind is fuzzy I don't know what to say For I fear I will make a fool of myself leaving to end the conversation on an awkward note.
The call ends I breathe to calm my nervous nerves.
I call back only to find myself stutteringg and being overly conscience with every word I say dreading to have called as the call ends.
This is a poem based on a true event of having anxiety when someone was calling.