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She wasn't a mermaid singing atop of a rock Nor a siren harmonizing the fog, She was just a fish swimming through the currents, No **** she got it all wrong. Princesses kiss frogs and ogres and trolls and fairytale endings ensue, Princes don't do that sort of thing– So why would she think it could be you? She should've kept swimming and went on her way Miles of ocean to explore, Now she is trapped in the heart of your tank, Another catch added to the lore. A fish is a fish and a man is a man God forbid she have land living dreams, Just when you think life could be more The water changes into tear streams.
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May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:22 PM UTC
Just Keep Swimming
Its too late, its too late The signs of us ever being the same again Is too far away away Your footsteps echo Its arrival on my door A traveller coming by My threshold Falling for you again again The sadness in me Making me dizzy from your love and my hate My eyes will burn like the cigarettes that burned You never touched or ever praised Your lips will tremble My hands will shake The only day I wont have restrains The tears will form Mixture of pain Alas my hands wont wipe yours away My mouth will chant again again Its too late its too late My mind consider you are a fake A miracle, a might A nightmare, a pain Your eyes I can never forget The eyes that smiled And cried the same Thoes two eyes behind the frame The eyes that might Never feel the same Dubious tries Telling you again To never come Near me again Your lips crumbled reasons, hundred again again Hands will beg Me to stay But I will turn A blind eye again again I wont say your name Ever again My mouth will dry Swallowing with pain Chanting similar Words again Its too late its too late
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:03 PM UTC
Its too late
Was it even poetic? Or did I just want it to be? So that's all I chose to see.
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
Blind
I don't want to learn to love you I just want it to be true You and me versus the universe Nothing separating us two I don't want to learn to love you I just want to feel it there Butterflies in my belly Your hands tangled in my hair I don't want to learn to love you It should just be a fact Whatever obstacles are around us Doesn't matter, they say opposites attract
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Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
Effortless
Part I Shall I compare thee to a star of night? But thou dost shine better in the limelight. Though the stars will fade when day is breaking. Thou will linger when I am awaking. Just like how stars guide us through the dark, Your presence always guides me to my heart. Your beauty is beyond constellations. Stars never reap my appreciations. A grin of pure glee and adoration, Makes my heart stutter in desperation. For every glance or whisper of thy name My own universe becomes far less plain. Although the stars will leave me standing lone, Your light will never leave me on my own. Part II Lies come bearing the cruel fruits of my words. They repeat for evermore between lips. My own will never prepare for truth— Truth of my desire; of my longing. Looks of humiliation haunt my thoughts. I wish upon twilight and moon for love. They have misread my messages for you. For you are the only one I hold dear, But shame and guilt make me cower in fear. Is it wrong to think of you in such ways? I swear it’s your fault for that siren gaze. A thousand deaths would I die for that sin; My devotions are ***** to your kin. I shrink when I think of what you might say. And for my own safety of broken hearts I’ll solemnly play my deceitful part.
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
Reflections: The Star and The Fruit
in obsidian seas my kin and I roam the void is our haven the silence, our home we feed on the bold 'til finally they fear we thirst for the lucky who live far from here eternal, inverted, and never quite whole we crave inspiration; we're drawn to your soul broader than knowledge, we're elders to thought but we're only your echoes-- you're all that we want. I'm the disaster that never abates my lust is the hunger that love cannot sate you call me a thing of malevolent fame but you are a wordsmith and I have no name your flesh is so warm to my unending cold you'll never have heartaches I'll swallow them whole so think of me often in times of ill mood I'm yours to discover; you're mine to consume.
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 12:23 AM UTC
the love of a black hole
I want to be wrapped up in someones tight embrace Their laugh in harmony with mine As we watch cartoons and sip soda together I want to spend all my life with them Putting my all into our relationship I want to look into their eyes And see the life, happiness and joy I've created for them. Their voice echoing in my brain My hand in theirs Our lips interlocking like they were meant for each other. And yet. I can't provide any light No warmth No joy beyond friendship I can provide people with gifts Shower them with love and affection I yearn and beg and weep For my broken mind to just work like regular peoples' do But I will never be able to feel as strongly for them As they do for me.
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 7:22 PM UTC
Fantasy
Hush and be still where you lie, fretful thing, In your bed at the base of the sea. Too costly our fight was, too fatal the sting When you worshipped what could never be. I sealed you away in a cave – Banished from daylight, consigned to the grave – Hoping that soon you’d be crushed by the deep, But still you won’t die – you are merely asleep! Steady though dim, you burn, Your embers not flickering once as you turn And toss through the night in your fragile rest, Still winking your rose-diamond light in my chest. Please, oh Love, do not be aroused Or by some new dangerous hope set free! Forget not why you’re in prison housed, Lest you be the end of me!
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 1:40 AM UTC
Undying Love
I have a question— I have a theory— A concept that eventually made me believe.. EYES NEVER LIE. They speak the truths we bury beneath our own cells, They move in a language this world has never named— So who will tell me… Was it limerence? Or something real, breathing underneath? Your soul sparks everyday— as if it just hides within me somewhere, Calling your name Every time I try to let you go completely. Your eyes— those sparks— Mine reach toward them, As if they wrap around me, In lush green light, In a luminous field, Where it is only us— You and me Under a blanket of moonlight. I cannot describe The person you're living within me—unleashed. My words feel shorter, My phrases feel lesser, My imaginations feel narrower, My voice trembles— Pronouncing everything of yours, that my soul once fell for. You're still a fantasy— Just like some movies that ends But never really leaves. I Wish— If someone could've taught me this LANGUAGE? Just to know if is it me.... Or do Eyes truly lie?
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 7:15 AM UTC
A Language Without a Name
I loved her. And she’ll never know. Not because I couldn’t say it, but because I knew it wouldn’t matter. I studied her like a language whose letters slipped through my fingers, a silent script, a secret speech I’d never dare to speak. I watched her laugh with her friends, their voices soft as dusk, talking about men, like we never stood a chance. And I smiled. Pretended I wasn’t quietly falling apart. Remember that evening, soft twilight fading, the way your eyes held on a second too long. You hugged me like a passing breeze, light, fleeting, without weight. You said my name like it didn’t echo in your bones, but it did in mine. Every **** time. I saved her number once. Didn’t even message her. Just held it in my phone like it meant something. What if I texted? Afraid I’d disturb her peace. So I deleted it. So I’ll keep it all. The stupid hope. The silent ache. The nights I cried over someone who didn’t even know. The poems I wrote and never sent. The parts of myself I carved out just to make space for her. But– You’ll never know that someone, a girl you barely noticed, would’ve chosen you in every lifetime, every version of reality, even the ones where it broke her. And I’ll keep loving you in a way that doesn’t ruin your life, just mine. Micko. 12.Aug.2025.
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Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
The poems I wrote and never sent.
I love you so much that it hurts. I want it to hurt. If it hurts, then is it love? It hurts to look at your face because I dare not stare. It hurts to talk to you because I dare not speak. It hurts to think about you because I dare not think about myself. I want you to look at me, talk to me, and think about me. I want you to want me, because I don't want me. I need you to want me, so I can someday want me. I love you so much that it hurts. I don't want it to hurt. But if it doesn't hurt, then is it still love?
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Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC
Limerence
The moon is not leaving its place to spread the light, It is a sign of beauty, hope, valor, kindness, joy, and has different approaches for every eye. The moon is very stubborn and kind, you won't see it brightening out of its time, It is the emperor of the sky at night. The moon is a friend of children and loners, It is a desire bringer, a honer of loneliness and luminous, concomitantly. The moon is not just a sphere, it is a whole world on its own, It is a thrower of light, a thrower of love, a thrower of peace. The moon is a faithful partner, even from a distance, It is a playmate, having a magnetic limerence personality for its observers.
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 7:55 AM UTC
Emperor of the Dark Sky V.1.0
heavy are the keys pressed to sing the wistful glances; diluted — for you, to not hear. despite this, I fret that, you'd feel the music that the eyes sing, ringing loud enough to echo on your skin. and when the waves of your presence recoils back to sea the thought of you lingers, like a stubborn splatter of ink; so irreversible, that I can only think... think, think, think — of you so much, I can't get you out of my head.
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
Da Capo (From the beginning)
Like a marshmallow placed on hot cocoa, I came undone. Your warmth changing my chemical make up, Never to be the same.
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
145 Degrees
a mere distraction serves to entertain, every waking thought, a step behind, utters of the mind where I find... you, the jester, that plagues the eyes for you have pried my attention, perhaps every sigh and, like a spy, the idea of you, coiled 'round the heart no, the mind. you've done it once or twice; so why is it a surprise? I've caught limerence, that of which I cannot yet revise.
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Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 8:33 AM UTC
limerence
Fresh, sweet and a bit sour— My favourite kind of flavour. Citrusy hair and lemony eyes, I can linger in your summer, I’m August, you’re July. In my drink, on my tongue, a juicy, refreshing piece of lime. Familiar and nice. Lime, lime, lime… Just like my last tangerine; A penny for your thoughts, A dime for your laugh! Am I truly thirsty for your zesty spirit, or am I just confused by my own taste— Lime-rence?
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
Lime, lime
I believe I would be rich For I can’t run away from this itch If I get a dollar for every dream I have of you My bank would burst green in hue The world on the other side is mundane Though your presence renders me insane In an alternate reality, all things are possible Yet you loving me fully remains implausible To wait for your love is to tread and till The highest mountain and the lowest hill All that arduous labor spent in vain But just one call from you feels like rain At night, my soul converses with my mind and I awaken to a reality that feels unkind The gnawing emptiness creates distress An elephant in the room that no one can address I remind my heart I desire you no longer Confused why, in your absence, it grows fonder The waters of my mind are deep and mysterious I ask myself again, how did it get this serious? Is this journey the fruit of our heavenly connection? Or is it just a mechanism of my youth’s dereliction? How did I invite you without my permission? Your visitation haunts me like cancer in remission In every lifetime, a season shows its reason To let go of your memory feels like treason But I know I owe it deeply to my heart To bestow upon it the gift of a fresh start
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC
The Limerent Dreamer
A love unknown hurts, Love in limerence hurts more, Solitude hurts most.
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Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC
Levels of Solitude
Longing for a love like the one I felt before But I can hardly call that love anymore Instead my overwhelming feelings a kind of limerence The sight of you causing my heart to prance As you lingered in my life all those years Pulling on my heart in a way it still fears Far enough away not to break the fantasy Close enough to stoke the flames in me And I look on obsessing you into my everything Though nothing real could our relationship bring
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Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
Limerence
A longing obsession Even deep in depression One topic always rises above An unknown poem writer A frequent run hider With ink always dripping with love
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Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 2:59 AM UTC
Longing Writes Itself
My cheeks are rosy, You're making me blush, This flirty little game Is a heavenly rush. Everything feels lovely When it’s all brand new, Overthinking tomorrow? I’m really trying not to. So tell me I’m pretty again, I’ll reward you with a smile, Maybe we won’t get married, But I could enjoy this awhile. You brush hair from my face, Soft touch, sweet and shy, Little moments like this Are reasons I sigh. Your laugh makes my chest ache, It’s light, it’s carefree, I tuck it away safely As a secret just for me. Dance with me in the street While we're still young and free, Whimsically fall in love Until you start to resent me.
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC
Say That Again
i think about her way more than she knows -- shes like a song stuck in my teeth, or a dream that won't leave my head. it won't wash off. she laughs and i hear it for days. she touches my shoulder and my whole body, instantly tries to memorize the feeling. this isn't love, not yet atleast -- it's limerence. the unbearable maybe. the ache that is shaped like hope with nowhere to land.
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Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC
limerence