Confusion

My thoughts are tangled, all askew.
I cannot see my way past you.
My patience goes on endlessly,
for all the crap you feed to me.
My pulse beats faster when you're near,
desire takes the place of fear.
But never do you show you care,
or let me know you're really 'there'.
Yet still I will not turn away,
my instinct says I have to stay.
What's the hold that draws me in?
That tells me, if I wait i'll win.
You make me spitting, angry mad!
But just as often make me sad.
I know inside you feel the same.
Yet still you hide beneath your shame.
My head is spinning constantly.
Why can't you simply let it be?
Would it be so very wrong?
You've been alone for far too long.
So please, give me your broken heart
and we can try, at least, to start.