Pick Me

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Another sad, sad, very-sad poem on misery and self-loathing.
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I would pick her, too, my love.
I would.

She.
She is beautiful.
She is near and young.
Satisfied and safe.
And light like you.

Me.
I am broken.
I am old and far.
Different and sad.
And heavy and plain.

She.
She will accept you.
Give you children.
Make you proud.

Me.
I will question you.
Make demands.
Make you think.
Make you talk.
Make you feel.

I will pressure you.
Uproot you.
Push you.
Exhaust you.

I will hurt you.
Hate you.
Confuse you.
Move you.

I will always ask more of you.
Need more from you.
Want more.

That's the kind of girl I am.
I am a beggar.
I will beg you constantly.

Beg you to tell me.
Beg you to teach me.
Beg you to kiss me.
Beg you to fuck me.

Every day.
I will beg you, please.
Please, my love.

Please, pick me.
Please, pick me.
Please, pick me.

And the next day,
I will beg you again.

Please, my love.
Please.

Please, love me.
Please, keep me.
Please, pick me.

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