Love You

I stand there, texting you, smile planted firmly on my face. The more we text, the more I feel. Jealousy arises in me. You calm it, and I start pouting, wanting a text saying you care about me just as much. I want you to say you love me.
Curling up in bed nearly an hour later, tears sting at my eyes. You seem to make me second priority. I make you first. To me, it doesn't matter who, you come first. Still, you can take over ten minutes to reply. Tears sting and I want to bleed. Neither crying nor cutting happens though. I just set the phone so it rings and go to sleep.
Maybe tomorrow will be my day.

Note from AA:
Soo...thank you everyone for such nice comments! This is basically a look into my crush. I won't tell her, she's my best friend and I cannot risk losing that. But she makes me feel like a jeaous child at times.