Every Night
She's:
Laying on her bed, clutching her phone tight in her fists, waiting for it to vibrate
Sitting in a cold hard chair, watching her computer, because he's on chat
Sprawled on the floor of her bedroom, listening to music that reminds her of him
Hoping that he's thinking about her as much as she's thinking about him
Sobbing in the corner, because she's convinced herself that he's not
He's:
Skateboarding in the dark with friends, checking his phone every few minutes
On the computer, thinking if he should chat with her or not, but is too scared too
Lying on the couch, listening to his ipod to avoid his feelings about her
Wondering if she ever thinks about him the way he thinks about her
Punching the wall, thinking, "Why didn't i talk to her today?!"
All mine took forever please don't jock