As our conversation goes on I feel dissatisfied, dejected Nothing dissected Not that there needs to be anything here for me I'm nobody Just a dying flame you wish to extinguish with pleasantries And you're not anyone to me but someone to appease So why do I feel like there needs to be something? I feel this with everyone who provokes some stirring A need for substance, an essence An understanding of your unique presence My judgmental mind I wish you to be something to be analyzed Grounding her current steps in previous mistakes Epiphanies to which enlightenment awaits I want you to be who I think I am Diversity be damned My selfish need for something grander But also it wouldn't hurt if we had some witty banter My insatiability bores even me But who else will be the worst to the most perplexing degree?