I may be a little drunk right now but...

I am a spirit warrior!
I wait for no man.
Keep up.
That's what I say.
Can you hang?
Prove it.
You haven't so far.
Oh, I wait. I watch and
I wait
and I accept
and I love
and I cry
and I move on
and I beg for something
I little more tangent
than this reality
I'm living.
Something I can touch
with my own hands
something
where I can feel
the nerve endings
pulse.
Where I can feel
both our hearts
thump.
This vivid imagination
of mine
tells me it is real
it IS tangible
but
there hasn't been
anything
yet
to prove me right.
So I watch
and I wait
and I'm disappointed
and I'm curious
if my path
lies lonely
except for my cats
who are always glad
to see me
put food in their dish.
And I wish
for days
filled
with long good byes
and soft lovers' sighs
and contented bliss.
I'm left
to wonder.
Wonder aimlessly
wonder without a clue
wonder what this could possibly all mean?
What is the Divine plan being played out here
and really, is there any plan at all?
I've been told we all planned this.
We all
made agreements
and pacts
and planned
what lessons
we would take this time
together.
It's a nice thought, but please
I don't want to suffer
the outcome of your choice.
Step out of my reality
and in to someone else's...
I really don't like
to be caught up
in the fictious stature
I have made
for me.
I die watching
some else
caress your face
wanting it to be me
plain unhealthy
for a silly girl
who can't even walk straight.