Crave

She craves it like she craves sun in December
The attention, the side glances when he thinks she's not looking
The slow reel in, 
the buildup, 
a silent game.
But why does she want it so badly
Why is she constantly basing her happiness off of what
she can obtain?
What she can possess?
Will that validate 
that she's good enough?
Will that give her the self-esteem
she doesn't seem to be able to muster on her own?

With the ones she can't quite sink her claws into 
can't hook with a slight tilt of the head 
she becomes obsessive 
she starts to wonder what possible reason they could have 
for not wanting to love her?
For not wanting to spend every waking moment 
with her?

Because she see's men as tools that reaffirm her self worth
She wants to be wanted, craved, desired
though will never give back what she receives. 

So she circles
Day and night
Finding her next victim.
Another man to love her
Tell her how beautiful she is
How wonderfully bright she shines, 
Ask her to love him back.
And she takes the attention, and drinks it in 
like life blood.
Drains him until he has no more complements to give,
And then she moves on to the next.