waiter

I like you

But im a child

eight years short of being impressive

Never good enough

 

Admiration from a far

My twisted type of satisfaction

You won’t take me as I am

Im not enough

 

Knowing your name

Keeping it close

The only truth among the lies

You disappeared

But now your back

 

 

I smile and laugh as we chat

The topics minor and meaningless

But I enjoy it none the less

Just the span of your attention

Is enough to make me content

 

If only I could show you

Im not a little girl anymore

A twisted subject of to many games

Im wise beyond my years

 

Do not condemn me for eight years

For I had no choice of birth

Age is just a number

So why reject me for something I could not change

 

I sit here content at my table

I’ll be right back

The words you utter every time you leave

But maybe its just your duty

You care nothing about who I am

 

I leave the table

Questions un answered

But ill see you again

The next time around…

Reviews

[Dillon Cotter]

this is pretty good, the overall meaning and forshadowing of you at a table thinking of a waiter. i'm not sure if your in love with the waiter but from what i gathered, its really good. imagery and flow were fantasic. the length was terrific and made the poem even better. great work!

-Will