strange attractions

I don't even like you much
Personally,
But inexplicably it's your touch
That diminishes me.

I think often times you make
No sense.
But I couldn't ever take
Your silence.

What is it about you that I
Weirdly desire?
That even if I were to socially die
I'd still fan the fire.

I've done some bad things to you,
I think, with good reason.
But about that which you or I do,
I'd like to forget the treason.

If I were to tell anyone about
The way I feel,
They'd brand me crazy, insane no doubt
And tell me to go get real.

I'm not looking for lifetime commitment,
That's like freedom in traction,
I just want a little acknowledgment
And maybe a pleasant distraction.