Bruise

You're my most cruel obsession

You'll pull me in just to shove me away
making sure
I bruise somehow
every time.

Uncertainty is
the most evil
quality of our love.
That,
and the fact
that this is one sided.
Unrequited.

I'm still here though
just waiting
for the next punishment;
for any sight of you
affection, a sliver
of your love;
a splinter of care.

Anything from you
is better than nothing;
better than loneliness.