Always and forever waiting for you

You despise me so much yet I always love you, I have disgraced you and your legacy, You say my actions were well expected as if you had made a prophecy. Love ,was it ever there? I like to believe there was for my own sanity. My love for you turned into my biggest travesty. My very being hurts your soul, now I am robbed of every bit of happiness and I will never be whole. It's dark out here ,darker without you. I outstretched my hand which you never held. My empty palms are still waiting for your gentle touch, they will cure me of diseases which don't exist for the real world. The world is a cruel place but you are crueler. The abyss is dark but your heart is darkest. To abandon your own you need cowardice not courage. You play this wicked game of propriety and win it so easily. And here I stand all alone in the loser's lane ,with my hand still reaching out to you. Yearning for your gentle touch to soothe my invisible burns which are only visible to your naked eyes. Your eyes wide shut and palm all fisted you walk off and leave me behind writhing in pain and loneliness. My vulgar tears stain your virgin virtues, You come and hold me for the last time before you drown me in the river of sorrows and despair. As you leave to never return , here I lie in this sea of anguish with my hand still outstretched waiting for your gentle touch.