The price to feel anything

The price is never high enough

I want to be loved

any takers?

Going once, going twice

You know what?

Two people. That's all-

You know what? Just one person.

That's more than I've ever had.

I'll sell myself 

to be loved

by at least one

person.

Anyone?

Someone?

I'll settle for half a person

just stay

half the time

as long as the other half

makes me forget 

Okay, then

I'll settle for 

the illusion of happiness

I'll gladly accept the bruises

you may create on my skin

as long as

you fix me up after

You know what?

Anything.

I'll settle for anything

because I feel nothing

and I want to feel

something

Reviews

[Kami]

Desperation knows no limits, which you have shown clearly here in this poem. The Human condition can be painful at times. Thank you for sharing!

[emmajoy]

In spite of the desperation in your poem, i find it a remarkable write... you've hit the unfunny bone and reminded me how being without can hurt like hell. However, selling self cheaply is never an answer, especially if the emotional pockets are already tattered - tis a case of sewing up the holes by using thick thread and prayer!! You have a great touch with words, ' .. You know what? ~ Anything. ~ I'll settle for anything ~ because I feel nothing ~ and I want to feel ~ something.. '