Baby

I wear my heart on my sleeve,

outermost layer

Exposed shine or

impaling rain.

I don't expect much

I just

need

you

to want

me.

Gratify me

Take me from the corner

(nobody puts baby there)

and put me on your

pedestal.

Make me feel

special,

like I

mean something,

matter.

I am a leaky faucet.

Taste the salt on my

lips

Listen to the

soft and sad

vibrato

of my

bleeding heartstrings.

I'm sick to my stomach

with

angst induced nausea.

Just reach in and

rip it out,

I'm better off

without it.