it's almost like this piece is two halves that were put wrong. the beginning feels like it should be at the end and the end feels like if not be at the beginning but feels like the sentiments are stronger or came first; are just more important.
i really relate to this, as clichéd as that phrase has become 'round these parts. it's certainly something to want and need someone who doesn't feel the same way, to try and find some other solace and love, only to be terribly wrong and then finding yourself needing and wanting more than ever the original object of torment and affection with more wounds and aching than you started with. that's certainly my life at the moment.
and how wonderful it is to see such heartbreak expressed so poignantly? great word choice and rhythm and your line breaks serve to highlight the brokenness within and the power of the words standing alone. great work.