Waiting.

its the waiting,
that gets me

between texts
for the end of your shift

it kills me
waiting i mean

patience,
has never been my thing

i try,
to distract myself

with writing,
and reading

and drawing
and movies

but its not the same
as talking to you

nothing is ever
as satisfying

so i wait
wait for an answer,

for your shift to end
for you to talk to me

but all this waiting
is killing me

Reviews

[melissa]

so far i all your poems are great and i love reading them i hope to read more of your poems you are a great writer even though i keep forgetting to do the rate thing i still say all of your poems are 100