Somewhere in my heart, lies a wounded child. She cries at night, alone, and sinks into the shadows of my soul. She sings a tragic melody of love, untouched and life un-lived. She is the bittersweet truth that haunts my shattered past and draws upon the blood of my survival.
Won't you walk with me awhile and share the sustenance of compassion? I have traveled from far away just for a breath of kindness to toss my windblown hair from my solemn and scarred, stone face. There is love to be found. I am more than what is seen, though still a lost soul, looking for your guidance to even fathom what affection may feel against my skin - every pore on my body just looking for a drop of love - a strand of hope from your touch, your embrace. Won't you give me a chance in your life? If you'll just love me, I would give you my love for all eternity without fail, without questions, without demands but with complete joy.
I am alone among many. Give me nothing if it is nothing you have to give. Though you blanket me with trinkets, does it feel so unnatural to flourish me with what should be found in abundance from your heart? How hard can it be to take your hand and place it upon mind? How much is it to ask of you to be my friend through my lonely moments? Can you spare your heart for another, who is alone and standing unshielded from the wrath of reality?
Comfort me, if only for a moment. Just make me your friend. Stand up for me, for I can not win this battle alone without another's strength.
I am growing weary from travel. Can you not see into my aching window? My eyes are the cracked glass that allow you to see the true heart, alone and tattered inside me.
Do what you wish then. For I can give you no more. And the beat of my heart is already past resuscitation. My soul is empty and my heart has stopped...stopped trying to remember what the meaning or value of love ever was.