Delmas’ Frankenstein

Why is that you render me thus
Timorous
I, who am assured of my feminine strength,
Am reduced to an adolescent in my disposition towards you
You, with whom I want to share my secrets,
Are capable of silencing me with my desire to attain your affection.
I am so unspeakably lonely.
I pray, not to any deity, of course, (for I am a Modern Woman)
That you will see me
That you send me a fucking message on Facebook and ask me out for coffee.

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