The anticipation that follows the trail of words you have let escape your mind and heart is enough to kill waiting for the recipient's 'Reply'

Heart beating at 90 miles per hour

It’s the inner me you’ve began to devour 

Checking my notifications 

It may not have been in your intentions 

Confusion is eating me alive 

Too soon is it for me to dive? 

Tick-Tock 

Please someone stop time- stop the clock

Scared

But for a challenge I am prepared 

I need to know where I stand 

Twenty-five past midnight, phone in hand 

The anticipation is killing me 

Whatever the outcome, I just want you to be happy 

Loving you feels like suicide 

Terrified, I’m waiting here for your reply