Waiting for the phone to ring,
My mind wonders to the bad of the situation,
Wanting to talk to the one person that makes butterflies flutter in my stomach,
My eyes burn as my face turns red
As I'm reading my answer to the one question I did not want to hear,
Tears form in the bottom of my eye, falling from sadness
Afraid someone will see I hide my face
Can't breathe, choking on nothing.
