I Get The Message

Damn

It’s been three days and you still haven’t texted

I’m wondering if I should ask around for your number

and leave a message

saying that even though I can’t stop thinking about you

I feel rejected

I should’ve collected my feelings for you right when I felt it

and picked my damned number off of the floor

where you probably left if

Before you, I never lost sleep over any boy

but boy you got me paranoid

looking at myself, suppressing feelings that I can’t avoid

you had me thinking that this was about to be a love story

fixing my hair and getting ready for our polaroids

but instead you have me stressed while waiting for a stupid text

are you into me or not

I’m in my feelings like hell all because I can’t tell

tossing in my sleep and listening to Adele

biting my damned nails

wondering if I feel this way, because I’ve fell

Ali, this isn’t fair

I’m losing my mind 

while you’re acting like you don’t even care, I’m still crying 

but it’s fine, I guess I just caught you at the wrong time

but boy you had me so gone when I thought you were mine

If having you was a crime, then I’d gladly pay the fine

so that I wouldn’t be picking petals

trying to find myself a sign that our feelings align

daydreaming like I’m crazy, even though that’s how you make me

imagining how it would feel every time you called me baby