Appetite

Though my appetite is full I still hunger, though not in the hopes of not becoming a gluten, Your time is all I could ask. I still find myself selfish, learning to preserve this taste. For your attention. A meaningful conversation that reveals all, spoken or non spoken. Not at all stating that I would find my fill else where. This craving that exists even while your near. Often times I find restraint in thought, allowing you to be yourself not cluttered every moment of the day. More so it's the emphases I express in times of deep need. This hunger that wallows within longing to be fed. I am capable of this manifestation of thought. But without you, I am simply lost in hunger. Hoping you'd empathize