sitting here with the
phone in my hand
trying not to text you
its killing me inside
wanting to text you
don't know what
to say anymore
wanting to be next to you
but your not coming
to my door
the urge to cry
knot in my throat
no more tears left
in my eyes,
eyes are left to cry dry
my heart it starts to pound
before it stops and starts again
only to take my breath away
and I must say,
you still my breath away
a million times a day.
                                        -Stacie-