Beg for me

Nobody wants to beg for love. Nobody wants to have to ask be shown it, or beg to see the smallest sliver. Love is a commodity, a luxury for people with the emotional wealth to afford it. Stop dangling it above my head and calling me poor.

I fucking begged. I begged and i asked and i hoped and man, it still hasnt popped up under the tree. No bright wrapper or bow for me to pull. No surprise, just a coal filled stocking, drooping on the living room floor.

I just want to be loved.