I'm the seedless pumpkin you left out on the front porch in the cold morning sun to rot simply because you had completely forgotten about me at the end of October.

All I want is for you to love me as a child only knows how to.

All I want is for you to carve me inside and out.

To make me feel at the least bit beautiful for just this instant so I won't be entirely misplaced in your affection.

All I want is for to hold me in your tired arms when reasoning gives way to those interminable doubts.

If only I had just that one particular chance of a lifetime I'd carve your pretty eyes out to make them hollow just like mine.