#limerence
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.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:22 PM UTC
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
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:03 PM UTC
Was it even poetic?
Or did I just want it to be?
So that's all I chose to see.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
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
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
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.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
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.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 12:23 AM UTC
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.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 7:22 PM UTC
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!
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 1:40 AM UTC
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?
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 7:15 AM UTC
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.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
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?
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC
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.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 7:55 AM UTC
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.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
Like a marshmallow placed on hot cocoa,
I came undone.
Your warmth changing my
chemical make up,
Never to be the same.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
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.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 8:33 AM UTC
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?
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
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
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC
A love unknown hurts,
Love in limerence hurts more,
Solitude hurts most.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC
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
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
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
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 2:59 AM UTC
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.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC
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.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC