I am not hungry for you.
I am not craving you,
just as I do not crave
melting chocolate on my tongue,
or dripping from my fingers.
I am only hungry for the feeling
that the chocolate gives me,
craving the chalky sweet bitterness.
I am feeding on myself, satiating the starvation,
sucking the feeling from myself using any fuel
that is still available.
You have nothing to do with this.