Written as one long, breathless sentence, akchiis's "numb cravings" captures a speaker who aches for love but has nearly given up on getting it. She pictures a warm, shivering body searching for a light, someone's lips against hers, and the hope of a child who believes in a charming prince. That hope is already breaking apart, because she knows he will never show up.
The speaker admits her wish is a little selfish: she wants love on her own terms, the way she herself loves. Yet she stays silent. The image of a pale, quiet figure dancing alone suggests someone hiding her feelings, and even the roses seem to choke her words. The heart she mentions was once felt but never kept, and she holds her peace instead of risking more hurt. The mood is wistful, lonely and numb, with a faint sweetness in the dream she is too afraid to reach for.