The relationship

What can I do to be noticed by you?
Can it be soon
Before sense looms
Couldn't you love me to?

It hurts, an obsession
Can't you at least guess?
My feelings are a mess

One minute, tender
The next, vile
Where's my mender?
Running my next mile

You leave me alone
Resentment in my hold
I feel a moan
Still, the cold

I reach out
Suddenly confused
No one is about
Just so - used

A childlike stance
Lost in a trance
Naive.