My younger self would
love that I watch the movies
she did too, back then.

If I had a heart.
Untainted.
Not yet blackened by my own sadness, selfishness and self-loathing.
Tattered and worn out.
Tired of beating for others.

It would be yours.

I'd call you in the middle of the night.
And it would be your call.
To decide whether or not I'm worth a shot.

Spoiler alert:

I'm not.