Love Me

Love me.

It is the dream that sits in my heart. It is the chant always ready to spring from my lips. It is the wish that attaches itself to the end of my every thought.

Love me.

I am lonely. My misery has broken through to the surface. It is leaking through my eyes, leaking through my silent tears. The quiet presses in on my eardrums, painful and empty. I feel hollow.

Love me.

Time is cruel. I have been aged in too many ways and hurt by too many people. The bandages only keep the wounds out of sight. They won't fade into scars. They never stop bleeding. I writhe in agony on the linoleum. I am too broken to care whether it has been a century or a second.

Love me.

Don't let me disappear. Don't let my face become swallowed by the crowd. Don't let my name become too comfortable in your ears. Don't forget me.

Love me.

Love me, please.