Crave

I am sorry that I craved him,
That I no longer craved you
I have to tell you, though, that I never understood how
You could let yourself be perceived as someone so weak,
In your knees, in your stomach, and in your mental health overall
Like I were a lightbulb, and you a despairing moth
Until I saw him dancing with some girl I’d never seen before

And if I believed in Him, I would say
Oh god, am I sorry for not wanting you like you wanted me
For craving you more than anything but becoming so angry
Whenever you wrapped yourself around me because
You were blocking some of the light, and I
Couldn’t stand the flicker.