The buzz of my phone alerts me that you texted
I jump excitedly to grab it and look to see your text
' Hey '
' Hello '
Read.
One minute passes
Then the next
Then the next
And I wonder if I did something wrong
Did I say something earlier
Did I look bad in my last photo
Did he just realize I was annoying
Or ugly
Or dumb
Or all of them
Because of one text
One text you didn't reply to
I sit a d question my existence
All over some boy who called me pretty once
