akwildrose

I have been waiting    for your response all day,    with baited breath    and jumpy nerves. My eyes burn red    from staring at the    bright, white    screen, little black letters    on a background of light. You have been sitting    next to me all day;    I only sent it in a message    because I can't force the words out. You read my confession this morning;    afternoon passed,    now it is one thirty AM. I pressed again,    just to rush my demise;    rejection rings cold,    and with one tiny line of text,    I am broken.