Gimme your stars.
Please.
PLEASE!
Gimme one more star.

Don't let that finger hover,
bring it down on my star.
Tap it firm and with resolve.
Use that mouse and click.

I need it! I need it so bad!
I can't tell you how much
I've been thinking about it.
Craving your eyes on my site!

Tap all over my digital self.
Caress the page as you scan.
Flick the scroll wheel slow
then fast, fast, fast
as you speed your way to the next!

Don't even think, just click.
I will reciprocate, I promise!
I give as good as I get.
I will vote for vote.

Let me cherish your every vote.
Let me bring my loving mouth
over your life-affirming click.
I will be grateful for your support.

You don't understand the pain your absence gives!
You don't know how desperately I need another.
I am languishing without your daily attention.
I writhe to live without your support
because I am literally nothing without you!

I cannot be without your vote, heart, and follow.
Follow me to my every platform and validate
my very existence by clicking on my heart.
I need your support to justify my existence.

I'll be your digital harlot
your virtual submissive
who will take on any visage
who will act to your preference.
You need only tell me your tastes.
I will wear any wig and say
anything you tell me to say
I am that desperate to get

just
one
more
star.

Validate me by sharing my content.
Tell your friends about my poems.
Add those links to every correspondence.
If need be go that extra special length
and type out every character of my link.

I am nothing without you.
Completely and totally.
My brain is hardwired
to crave your lovely click.

I need you to complete me
by giving me online support.
I need you to reach in deep
to feel the subconscious drive
of a brain in pain from longing
that is never satisfied.

I need you to like me
,not just the click,
but to actually like me
in that parasocial way--
to worship and draw me
like one of your stream girls.

I am that desperate for the exterior.
I am so pathetically drawn to you.
You, who I don't even know;
who I honestly, kind of, don't want
to know.
I still need you to consume me
all the same because without you
--without you--
and your support
,and a purchase,
from my links in my bio,
I will only get more sad;
more empty and lifeless
and so unbelievably depressed,

because something inside me is broken.
Now I need you to treat my work like porn
because maybe then I'll be savored.
Maybe then I can actually feel like I matter,
but I know it won't work. I am broken.
I need you more than you can possibly know.

My dopamine craves the eyes of millions.
I don't care how exposed I need to be.
I will keep going far past my comfort,
debasing myself to the limits of taste,
just to feel your life-affirming star.