You loved me. My words. My eyes. My teeth. My hair. My clothes. You ate my stories. Occasionally my time. But you didn't really love me. I am not my words. My eyes. My teeth. My hair, my clothes stories time. I am. I am nothing and everything. A piece of a whole. Occasionally I know. You loved my idea and quickly found another. So thank you for not lying. For not convincing me I am my eyes my lips. My stories. My time. One moment or another. If you had, I may have expected more. A list like this and that and we. That you would be here.