Poem: Undeserving

The room is Black
though I never saw her leaving.
There was no goodbye
just emptiness
where there used to be
a person.
Emotions thrown at a void.
Not even an echo to comfort.
But this is not why I cry, today.
It was nice to feel again.
For a little while, at least.
To believe, for a moment,
that I am worthy of affection.
Deserving to be loved,
with someone real to prove it.
Someone to see me as a soul,
as a heart,
as a being,
as myself.

To find me lovable,
to love me as I am.
Instead of just seeing
my bright blue eyes,
my handsome face,
my athletic body,
and whatever other hallucinations
people see on me
to exploit.