Forlorn

Well here's my body- decayed, neglected and subnormal.
Yet, it is yours if you want it.

I feel less and little... worse than others. I've nothing to give and I might take a lot.
Yet, I am yours if you want me.

But how could you? Why would you?

It isn't true, what I've always believed. People don't fall in love with what is not even normal. People don't fall in love with something broken, forsaken and dejected. Why bring into their lives one that might cause even more distress?

Those who have felt darkness and despair creep to their very bones and just make a home out of their hearts know very well what lies in the corners of lonely nights... what secrets might be whispered in moments of no lucidity... and just how much we wish for a loving hand to wipe all of the dirt from our souls.