There is just something about you,
That burrows deep, under my skin
Next to my heart but this is not love
It\'s something akin to a cancerous growth
You break my resolve,
Then break my will
There is no gentleness about you.
Everything about you hurts me,
And rubs me the wrong way.
I find myself wondering what I\'m doing here
With you, once again
But sometimes, you kiss me so nice,
And your gentle heart peeks through
When exceptionally lucky,
I may even get touches that could pass for tenderness
If I don\'t look too closely
Or hesitate
There will surely come a day,
When I won\'t let you wear me down
And come when you call,
But until then,
Maybe this thing can pass for love
Or at least good company
From time to time.