He went from being the most understanding person l've ever met, to someone who was so soul envelopingly and insatiably ungrateful
He had this hunger to be understood
And I fed him every piece of myself trying to satisfy that hunger
Just for him to turn around and tell me that wasn't giving him enough
I wanted to feed that hunger, and understand the things he felt and know the things he didn't, and he didn't want that. He wanted me to break myself into bite sized pieces for his own convenience
And he got to leave, and find new people to want him the way did, and am here, I'm still here waiting for God knows what, just waiting for him guess
I'm waiting for him to suddenly come back and know the part of me thatI don't
I have no idea what I want, or what I'm waiting for. He always told me, or he embodied the things I wanted. I have no idea how to not what whatever he is
He follows me through every step take, every guy like, every story tell, he's just there
And yet he isn't actually there
