Make me feel.

This is a disturbance,
of deeper proportions,
and in this way.
I mean enlightenment.
Take in me
the delight of my life,
and share with me
undulating strife.
In this,
deepest disturbance,
may I grow older,
and wiser,
so my beauty is amplified.
Joy is a wealth I can rarely afford
But simplicity
is that which can be found,
spawning in it
a different kind of joy.
A joy to be had
between us laid,
a path we must journey,
together,
with deference
and holy bliss.

Tell me the instance...

...when you arrive.
Wait! Was that something you forgot to say?
Was I a fool to believe you'd never turn away?
I cannot believe this is something real.
I cannot understand the impersonal nature of this.
I've felt alone
when I refused to infer this emotion.
I'm not your mock child,
Neither am I your whipping boy.
float away in your 24 foot rig,
act as though this is a simple misunderstanding
and you're not here to understand me.
It's okay, I'm prone to accept these casual inflictions
of apathy on my consciousness.
Can you tell me how to react?
Can you explain how this works on my overall ethic?
You realize I'm your little mirror,
A reflection of your casual glances westward where I am dying.
You have every right to inspire me,
and to drive me.
So much used potential,
so much wasted kinetic.
It's okay, I'll deliver this anger with humility.