Tell Me If It's Chilly Outside

There becomes a level of comfort that one gets used. They start to trust it. Eventually they begin to rely on it and see it as a permanent resident within their life.
 
Comfort always ends up letting me down. I’ve begun to despise the guy and all that he stands for. In the past I befriended him and saw him as reliant. I’ve been wrong before.
 
When will I learn? Still to this day I lust for comfort even though I know he will leave me in the end. I become bored with the relationship and project my displeasure.
 
If I was him, I wouldn’t trust me either.