Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]

waiting

waiting rooms
they make me anxious
whether for emergencies
or stalled appointments
my brain gets too loud
in the silent space
the random desk phone calls
startle my bones
waiting for payday
keeps my knees bouncing off the ground
waiting for the rain to fall
to the sidewalk
or to stream down the cinderblock wall
or for the last drop
from the bubbling coffee maker
to splash into my cup
waiting for the bell to ring
at the end of a long school day
waiting throws me toward the edge
traps me in a claustrophobic fit
not sure why
but somehow
for some reason
im waiting for you
im sitting calmly
in my cafe head space
painting the sky
allowing you to fuck up
again and again
until you find your way to me
yes this shits exhausting
sure i deserve better
but the truth is
i am my happiest with you
and for that
i'll sit here waiting
for as long as i can reach you
with my scarred fingertips