Imploring

I’ve learned to beg for scraps of you,

A word, a glance, a smile—anything to pull me through.

I stand, a shadow in your light,

Hoping that you’ll notice me tonight.

My voice becomes a whisper, soft,

Afraid that shouting might turn you off.

I stretch my hands, but they fall too short,

Wishing you’d hear the silent plea of my heart’s report.

I offer love like coins tossed in the air,

Hoping you’ll catch them, even if you don’t care.

I wait for the crumbs of your gaze to fall,

Like an empty cup, I beg for it all.

The smallest touch, the faintest word,

And I’m lost, a beggar, unheard.

Yet still, I stand, unwavering, bold—

Hoping for your love, like a story untold.

But isn’t it strange to beg for a heart,

When it’s the one thing I’ve always had from the start?

Still, here I am, in this quiet plea,

Begging for your attention, hoping you’ll see.