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 am sick to my stomach
with
angst induced nausuea.
Just reach in and
rip it out,
I am better off
without it.