This is what you’re doing to me-
Devouring the only soul I know.
I’m always hungry for more.
But you’re never starving.
Why am I cooking meals for someone that never eats with me?
Why do I just watch you eat?
Maybe this is insecurity!
I need to make my own damn meals.
Don’t bring your empty plate here anymore.
You been taking too much from my soul.
Door is closed.
I won’t be home for you.
I’ll find something new.