Lonely

The empty lot is lonely,

And the flakes shiver as they splay themselves across my skin.

I thought I might have wanted an admission of affection,

But now I'd settle for hearing you say I disgust you.

Is that too onerous a request,

Or am I too trifling to be bothered with?

At least these f*****g streetlamps notice me,

Staring with their baleful fluorescence.

I can abide your dislike,

But I cannot bear being so worthless that I am not noticed.

I walk to my frost-bitten car,

And there is not a single soul

To wonder what I am wondering.

Author's Note

Straight up angst.