If I ate your heart whole, would you love me then?

I just want a real connection, a real feeling of love. Am I asking for too much? Am I too much? The ache inside me, the need for something love. Hunger!! hunger!! Someone, please, touch my ugly hands, my face filled with acne, my weird eyes, touch them and tell me that I’m wrong, that there’s nothing wrong with me, that there’s a chance for me.

Tell me that I’m not horrible.