Starving Love

I'm starving for a love 

And not the love I give myself 

Some would say I am not hungry 

If I’m able to feed my own

Yet sometimes I grow tired 

And look to see if there is someone 

To feed my love/ Different than I do

I’m told I shouldn't hunger for that 

The foodlove I give should be enough 

And no matter how much/How gluttonous I become 

with me, I have a tapeworm in my heart 

Hungry for something only someone else can give 

So I wait and wait and grow hungry and fragile 

While being nourished and optimistic 

That I deserve what I feed myself and also 

A feast of love someone else 

Has prepared for me