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waiting: a poem


waiting for that call to come is close to killing me

wanting to hear your voice after all these months is the most bitter sweet thing to hope for

i'm scared to see what you say, is it good or is it bad?

will you break my heart? i hope not but maybe i deserve it for doing the same to you

my friends and family warned me about reaching out but at this point it hurts worse not to

i'm dying to know if this still hurts you like it does me

is this fixable? is it too late? has too much happened?

i hate to give myself any hope because it will destroy me if i give too much but if i give myself none at all it will do the same anyway

since when did i become the girl who's nerves are frayed awaiting a call from a boy?

fuck it

since when did i think i was able to evade being in love?


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