there and gone again

bleeding from phantom wounds
waiting for someone who’s never coming
crying for the loss of a love never had

impossibly predictable
predictably infuriating
infuriatingly beautiful,
this man.

yet I’m still..

raw from cuts left by words
missing the point
screaming at sadism disguised as love

lovely masochism
masochistic loneliness
lonely pragmatism
lies to me.