Abandon me, please!

Help me feel like I did

As a helpless child,

For then I’ll know just what to do,

To not feel anything.

Reject me, si vous plait!

So I can live to hurt another day,

And appeal in my victimized way

To someone like you.

Someone who will feed

The sick need I have to be ignored,

Disregarded, yelled at, cursed.

I’m familiar with the “for worse part,”

Of love, “for poorer,” “in sickness,”

But “ for health,” I’ll have to appeal

To myself, and hope to see

The day when I don’t have to walk on eggshells

Around anyone, including me,

And can be honest with you,

And myself, about love,

And the sometimes glaring lack, thereof.

And maybe you can be honest, too,

About the sick need you have

For abandonment.

-jenn