Poor Girl

Haven't written a poem in a while....

Love me.

Take from me the brittle reminders of my pain and

Adore me

Give me the clandestine affection left uncovered

Though coveted, the desire for joy remains forgotten

Nevertheless, I hide anger behind plastered smiles

The dried white stains of gushing teardrops lay beneath the wrinkles in my laugh

Haughty, boisterous laughs that bounce off peeling walls

Dirty carpets soak up the dirt from my anguish and the hurt from my self-pity

Therefore, you must love me.

Fall to your knees and beg for the pleasure I crave to give yet I,

Turn up my nose and fold heavy arms over a heaving chest

Short breaths take bathroom breaks while I pretend to care less

You’ll work for my love though I have given it freely to less than worthy suitors

Still, you’ll crawl on your weak hands and scraped shins

A drained sense of purpose will weigh heavily on your shoulders

My quick tongue will cut your intentions in half

Split between the will to proceed but

The truth behind the glint in my eyes will encourage you to

Love me.

Remove me from the poverty that exists within cold walls

Tall dividers with transparent thickness giving you the opportunity to see

what I surreptitiously tells others to see

I bat my eyes and sneak nuggets of veracity between the creases of my breasts

Leaned forward at eye-level,

Judgment level.

See through the lies I tell myself and

love me.

Fall to your knees, clasp your palms to your chest while your quivering jaw tips backward

Tilt your eyes upward and query for divine intervention

for me.

And when you have me,

Strip me of the deceptions that cloud my sense of clarity

Take from me the insecurities that sully me and

Do what only you, toucher of the depth of my essence can do and

Love me.