Awakening

Take me
I am here now
how long must
I wait to feel joy.
Will you
shun me forever
in your hollowed
anguish of the past?
Dare you
touch me
cut me, bleed
me dry with your sorrow?
Damn you,
you and your sheltered
innocence, your pondering
thoughts, of the thoughtless.
You enjoy my
touch, my kisses
and our endless  conversations
of incidental things left unsaid.
yet you push me,
you punish me
for your sorry whores
who could not make you happy.
You dwell upon,
the little things
that could be the past
if only you would try to let them go.
You let beauty
sour upon your
sunless patio of
hope and desperation.
Take your rotted
corpses of the past,
I am alive and real
And I would give my soul.
Yet, I will not
be placed amongst
your graveyard of petty tears
and pretty bitches.
Take me,
for I am here
waiting for
your awakening.