I got bored, and my boyfriend was supposed to call me a couple hours ago, so I just sat down and wrote this. I don't think I like the last stanza... maybe I figure out a better way to write it... Review?

“Waiting”

He said he’d call when he went on break,
After noon, so I’d be awake.
It’s after two now;
I’m still waiting.

I read poetry while I waited
And left critiques for every one,
As bad as an English teacher.
Your grammar’s wrong; use a period here.
The wording is awkward;
Make it pretty, but I can’t say how.
It’s your poem, not mine.

I read the most recent,
Because then I don’t have to know what I’m looking for:
No fantasy, romance, mystery, or war.
I read whatever someone just finished,
Hot off the press and riddled with errors.

I’m still waiting.
When he calls he won’t say much:
“Hey, sweetheart,
I love you.
But I have to get back to work now.”
If he calls.

He said he’d call when he went on break,
After noon because I sleep late.
Maybe he went early and didn’t call,
To avoid waking me.

He said he’d call, and I wish he would.
I hate waiting; I hate wondering.
But I am.