craving

If wanting you is greedy

then call me Donald Trump
call me gluttony
call me Smaug.

I want you.

I want all of you for myself.
I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you.

I don’t need to want you,
But I feel like I need you.

I don’t need you as a source of dependency
something for me to cling to and smother,
nor in the way I need a pair of new black jeans & a dye job.

I need you like plants need sunlight,

like Cetaceans need salt water,

like a toddler needs attention.

I need you like air. You are the wind;
gentle yet fierce and on the rare occasion irritating.

Even when you get on my nerves
(as you skillfully know how to do while smugly smirking as I go off
ranting) I still want you.

Good thing I'm already yours & you mine.