"lovesickness" poems
Drug; he controls my brain.
He stirs an irresistible blend of chemicals in my body and convinces me to fall for him; he increases blood flow to the primitive areas of my brain and activates the circuits responsible for love and desire.
Adrenaline; he balances my stress.
He keeps my heart strong and healthy as thoughts of him and us dominate me and excite me, prompting me to get tachycardia (fast heart rate above 100 bpm) and my blood pressure to rise.
Dopamine; he regulates my focus.
He stimulates desire and triggers pleasure in me; I remember everything about us, then forget about my surroundings; I am motivated to please him, then I daydream and become unable to stay on task.
Serotonin; he stabilizes my mood.
He charms and induces me to perspire and relax, crave and distance him, lose and gain sleep, feel pain and relief, get happy and upset, and decrease and increase my immune system functions.
Medication; he forces my loveswept cells to go haywire.
He has cured my lovesickness, shooed away my regrets, helped me move on from my past, boosted my (self-)confidence, made me look forward to tomorrow, and offered me a ticket to bliss.
Oxytocin; he enables me to produce lovestruck hormones.
He affects my moral molecules as he attracts my undivided attention, pushes me to trust him, raises attachment and empathy, brings psychological stability, and encourages me to want to be closer to him.
Vasopressin; he causes me to secrete lovetastic chemicals.
He renders me monogamous and continues to have me hooked onto him; he makes me thirst for him, display amorous behavior, defend him and us, and maintain a strong partnership.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
**** me, heal me, with your love,
until my heart's confused
and my head is beating,
my lips won't speak,
but our eyes are meeting.
break me, hold me, in your arms,
if that will make you well,
then take me like a pill.
until we stop this lovesickness,
but to stop-- we never will.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
THE TITLE OF THIS POEM IS AT THE END.
I feel a fever coming on
Intense heat from my forehead
I'm sweating even though
it's 20 degrees outside
My hands are clammy
My skin is pricked
by a million needles
I want to throw up
I can barely stand
My stomach hurts,
and I feel cold and hot
I'm shaking, trembling
all over.
I can barely move
my lips to speak.
I'm dizzy.
Every bone in my body
aches with the pain
of a million paper cuts.
My heart beats irregularly
slow, fast, slow, fast
I think I might faint.
I went to the doctor.
Turns out,
there's no medicine
for lovesickness.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
I want to throw a tantrum.
Scream and shout
And kick things that don't need to be kicked.
The bones of my knuckles and hips poke out
A little m o r e
Than they did before.
My finger rings and hip-hugging jeans slip,
Not quite fitting the same way they had.
My skeleton creeping its way ever so slightly
Closer to the surface
Like it wants to get out
And r u n to h e r.
Self-diagnosis: Lovesick.
Before, we were a storybook fairytale
But now our make-believe has something to latch onto.
Like a parasite.
More real
And more torturous
Than the existence of my past self.
I can't crave food the same way I can crave her touch.
My stomach shipwreck still feels the memories
Like they were yesterday's meal.
Has it really been a month?
My emotions ebb and flow
Along the shoreline of my consciousness.
Lovesickness courses through my veins
And through the vessel in my chest
Until I fall into a slumber
And in my dreams I have her once again
If only for a moment.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
In a house
Near the loch
Awaits a bride
For her wedding day.
Soon her groom
Will take her hand.
Extending his hand,
At his father’s house,
Out reaches the groom
Toward the loch
Saying, “in a handful days
I will have my bride.”
Meanwhile the bride,
With her gentle hand,
Writes the day
On invitations in her house;
Sending thoughts across the loch
Toward her groom.
Simultaneously the groom
Thinks of his bride,
Receiving her thoughts from the loch.
His promise on her hand,
Hers is in his father’s house,
But he won't see it until the day.
In just a few short days
With his friends the groom
Will leave his father’s house
And await the bride
To take her hand
At the ceremony near the loch.
And in the city of the loch
Their lives most historic day
Will be when they take each other’s hands
And the groom
Will have his bride
And will make a home of their house.
But until then… Toward the loch the groom,
Awaiting the appointed day of his bride,
With lovesickness stretches his hand toward her house.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
1.
Princely I am, as Michigan loam,
as carefully turned mud,
as old, old dust––
my breaths are still and unresolved
and don’t dissolve in alcohol
like snakes or dead, bloated fish––
I am nothing monumental.
2.
Stuttered breaths lie in limp open circles around our feet,
hanging by threads of unmade promises––
symmetry was never my forte.
The bent nose,
the crooked lips,
the slow-ballooning wen where nitrogen bubbles––
my flesh is like untilled soil,
all raw and swollen with possibility.
3.
You asked me if it was probable
to find life on Mars
where the iron-leeched sand
crumbles like dried hemoglobin.
I don’t know about amino acids or genesis
or the first man of Dust,
much less mysteries of lovesickness, respiration,
really good ***
We’re barren in different ways;
your dust comes from dreams, from heaven,
crimson and majestic
and dead as Olympus Mons
while I am like moon dust,
just as cold as your bone-dry lakes of carbon dioxide,
but paler, heavier,
and more remote.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
i have spent the last three days humbled
on hands and knees, relinquishing all of myself
into the welcoming mouth of the toilet seat.
i don't know what is wrong with me.
i havent seen you for a while but i am certain that you hate me.
i can't help but think that this is my fault,
wonder if i should be giving more of myself-
something other than mucus and bile.
i look back on the day that i cut my hair,
embarrassed that all i had to give you was
a lock of it, a small insignificant piece of me, knowing that
you wouldn't have accepted all of me if i had offered.
i don't know how to show you that i've tied myself to you,
that you now possess a piece of the last nineteen years of my life.
i bet you threw me in a drawer or underneath the bed,
let me drop unnoticed behind the bookcase:
out of sight, out of mind.
i now know what lovesick looks like
although it is not the kind of love (or sickness)
that you would accuse me of being capable of. it is more like a mother
ripped away from her suckling child
by the guilt instilled in her through a man's laughing eyes.
i wish i could leave this body,
fly away to worlds untouched and forget you, but
i am still learning that we are rooted to this earth by hatred and hips,
destined to be left behind,
no lumps of flesh to save us,
flapping behind our backs or between our legs.
and when hagar looked down upon his beautiful face and froze,
i'm sure she contemplated driving that knife
in the centered nook right below her own ribcage,
confused as to which she should aim for:
the heart or the womb,
both equal conspirators in her shame.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 10:27 PM UTC
Killing me softly;
with
his heart;
Killing me softly;
from the start.
Nothing can trap me in the dark;
Though his wicked words pull me back in;
time an time again.
For he is the darkness;
And I forgiven him for all his sins,
Even though he breaks my aching heart;
From him time an time,
His rhyming notes manoeuvre me in;
With every single line.
He is forgiven;
For breaking my walls of steel,
Sometimes thinking about him;
makes my heart feel ill.
It doesn't matter that darkness captures the light.
lovesickness couldn't get any worse;
but It just might.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC
These love filled pools of your eyes
I would forsake my life for them
intoxicating like lakhs of goblets of wine
these love filled pools of your eyes
Roses of love blossom in your cheeks
the audacious wind dances kissing your lips
the faint smile that is hinted by your lips
is one for which lovers would willingly die
these love filled pools of your eyes
Your youth is as pure and daring as drops of rain
wonder how many secrets your thoughtless, languid, eyelashes contain
waves of the river maybe likened to your walk
looking at its gracefulness, others would stand still
these love filled pools of your eyes
Your form, like a doe, is innocent and playful
your spirit is fragrant as a branch laden with flowers
your hair spill into waves and coil serpentine
looking at them, could you tell me why not to bear lovesickness?
these love filled pools of your eyes
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले
इनपर है कुर्बान मेरी जाँ,
लाखों-लाखों मधुशालें
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले।
प्रणय पुष्प का लाल रंग गालों पर खेल रहा झूम-झूम,
झूम रहा गुस्ताख पवन तेरे मस्त लबों को चूम-चूम,
ईन चटख गुलाबी होठो पर पतली सी मुस्कान है जो,
इस मुस्कान के कारण तो मीट-मीट जाएँ दिलवाले,
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले......
सावन के उच्चश्रृंखल बूंदों सा यौवन है बेबाक तेरा,
बेपरवाह अलसाये पलकों में जाने कितना राज भरा,
चंचल सरिता की इठलाती लहर सी मतवाली तेरी चाल है जो,
देख के ऐसी चाल को दिलवर ठिठके ना क्यूं चलने वाले,
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले.....
अल्हड़ वन हिरनी सी चंचल कमनीय कमर मलवाली,
सुरभित हो तुम ऐसे जैसे लदी फूलों की डाली,
नागिन जैसे इतराते बलखाते तेरे काले केश हैं जो,
देख इन्हें तुम ही कहो क्यों रोग मोहब्बत का ना पालें,
ये प्यार भरे आँखों के प्याले...........
English translation is given by Karishma ji
Thanks to her
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
it is about you.
no lovesickness to rock your empty body.
no guilt to beat like a drum in your chest.
no anger, no hurt,
it is about your skin.
about the light that you drink with morning coffee.
how it reflects off of your curves.
about the corners of your mouth.
about your cold feet,
your gentle hands.
it is about the grass in your toes.
the air around you, above you, below you.
the water that you drink from.
the earth will take care of your wild roots,
your wild hair,
your wild smile. the earth will take
care of your lovesickness,
all of your pain.
all of your guilt.
you touch the world with your gentle hands and
it always touches you back.
you are composed of what touches you back,
what you can sit still and listen to.
what buzzes inside of you,
what you contain and
what you allow to escape.
it is about you,
it has always been about you. not
your hurt, not what callouses your palms or
haunts your clasped prayers.
it is just about your body,
every part of your body,
from the bottoms of your feet
to your fingertips, your
nose, the ends of your hair,
it is about listening when the
earth tells you, *this body is
okay. this body is enough.* it is
about how everything you touch
always touches back.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
Nothing is mine. Well, maybe my car. My house. You
are not mine, and that is a squid in the chest kind of
squirming lovesickness. My self has decomposed so
seriously that I have replaced all of my organs with
sea life. That is difficult when you are thousands of miles
from the sea, but I made it happen, and yes, you can see
them with a flashlight, putting on their own dramas.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Time is,
Venus that winks flirtatiously at night,
sunflowers that constantly chase the sun,
roses that bloom so fastastically,
an ancient tree that sways like the vicissitudes of life,
magic of wind and frost,
alternation of summer heat and cold wave,
meditative bell in a quiet secluded temple,
a sublime painting by a skilled artist,
ripples on a hometown river,
a journey across a strange vast desert,
candles of lovesickness,
tinkling spinning baby mobiles,
rolling plains of grasses,
little drawings on a cold window pane,
rotation of the globe of a tellurion,
attention-getting paper airplane in the air,
a vocalist waving a pen in his hand,
familiar places in the rearview mirror,
sailing of a dream around the clock,
light bulbs in Einsteins’ head,
a love poem hiding in a textbook,
time is,
changes in appearances,
refined life experiences,
firm tempered eyes,
wisdom that shines,
so brightly.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
I haven't had my heart broken.
But I have thrown it against another person
and broke it myself.
He would've looked handsome in wedding photos,
but even more in a suit and tie
on the other side of the divorce court.
He would roll up his sleeves like a lawyer.
He would say things like:
You ruined my life when you got pregnant.
As if babies were something a woman conjured inside
herself out of lovesickness and desperation.
A snare in which to trap a man like him.
But instead I broke myself on him like surf on the ramparts.
I foamed and spat and washed myself right back
out to sea again.
And all I have is a notch on my map, marking
a shallow harbor,
a few torn sails
and an empty womb.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
did my promise,
my sincerity,
feel good in your hands?
did it sit well
in your broken heart?
did my desperation,
my lovesickness,
sparkle in your eyes?
did it settle your
twisting stomach?
did my nervousness,
my helplessness,
melt your boarded-up
and frozen, broken heart?
did it make you blush?
did my desperateness,
my constant attempts,
warm your icy soul?
did it taste good
on your sly smile?
even though you’ve
lost another one of
your leads, you still
refuse to play that
you’re in love with me.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
I feel so full I could burst
Longing and lovesickness and loud songs of sorrow filling my heart
I'm bittersweet to my core
Some days I wish I didn't feel so much
But I'd rather have a bruised heart and a cracked pride than be totally numb
It's easy to complain about the one wrong thing than be grateful for all the right
I never used to drink coffee like a second hobby
But now I'd sacrifice anything to wake myself up from this bad dream
I felt love touch my tender heart once
It turned me into a fire, bright and warm and endless
And then the wind came and blew me out
I was cold and it was dark in the circle of stones
And I was alive still in only the embers burning
"Almost" makes my soul crumple
It's never enough, never quenching, never fulfilling
Yet...
I feel so full I could burst
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
Doctor don't
bother
diagnosing me
because I already
know
that I've caught
an acute case
of lovesickness
for a girl
who can't
be mine,
and the only
medicine
that'll cure me
is heartbreak.
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 10:50 PM UTC
Love magazines, Love reference guides,
Since I can't get,
Anywhere with you...
Might as well read them.
The sky is flushed with the scent of winter,
I'm pretty sure my desire to be with you,
Is the fault of the season.
I didn't even ask for this...
Gah! Life can be so unkind!
Suddenly remembering the night,
Where stars filled the sky...
I won't be fooled by this!
Love you? No!
There's no reason to say it right?
None at all!
Share the load already! This love's freaking heavy!
Too heavy to keep bearing it all alone!
Let's also take half and half of these feelings that make my heart race...
Just anybody else won't do!
I want to become more than just friends!
Whether you push or pull, I won't be swayed!
Supposing, you were to fall in love with me...
Even if it's an exception, the answer should be easy! Right?
This "Love" really is a sickness!
My love schemes don't go well,
Having started to make these kind of efforts...
It's really startling for me, right?
Under the fall sky,
When a girl's heart comes to change,
If I don't look back to the seat over my shoulder,
I'll end up regretting it...
When I hear you getting praised by someone,
I selfishly feel happy about it but,
As for that "someone"...
If it's a girl then there'll be some mixed feelings!
Share the load already! This love's bitter on my own!
It's all so bitter, I can't drink it down!
Let's take half and half of the pain in my heart as well...
There's no effective drug against this ache!
Love and like, I want to make off with those two words!
Not really hoping for anything special beyond that...
Suppose you fell head over heels for me starting today...
Come one! Sometimes you need your imagination run wild! Ok?
This "Love" really is a sickness!
I've heard one-sided crushes are "fun" but,
That's just a lie! It's just full of ache and tears!
But when I realized, that this was love,
I felt overjoyed...
Share the load already.. This love's freaking heavy...
Too heavy to keep bearing it all alone...
Let's also take half and half of these feelings that make my heart race...
If it's not something special then... It's won't do!
I want to become more than just friends!
Whether you push or pull, I won't be swayed!
Suppose you start to love me more than anyone else in the world?
I'll show you that I can be your dream girl!
This "Love" really is a sickness!
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
Stay, no promises,
just stay, stay with me tonight --
with my lovesickness.
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 3:02 AM UTC
Dear old light,
old "what-if",
old "The One",
I wish I could remember more about our trip to Chicago. I think that I was so lost in the sheer lovesickness of it all. The long long days spent in that busy city, and the nights that I swear I could feel God inside me when we made love in our dreams.
If I had maybe paid a little more attention to the way you stared out at the lake and waited for the tide to take you, or maybe if I had taken more notice of the way your mouth didn't smile all the way, we'd be a different part of our lives right now. I thought I was the only one. I thought I was the only one.
I've asked the question so many times it's like the thought never leaves, but why did you keep on persuading me that I was your sun and moon when she was lingering on the back of your tongue while I kissed you with too much hunger and too little love? You should have left me alone, should have left me to starve on the side of my dimly lit road. But if I remember correctly, you devoured me with just as much greed as my body was willing to give.
I'm.....not as bitter. As I used to be. But that doesn't mean I'm not bitter at all. "I forgive you" would sound sweet coming out of my mouth except if I gave you that, you'd keep pulling more from the pits of my stomach and my heart. Or maybe I'd just keep throwing it up.
With some sort of forgiveness,
Claire
(past regret)
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
There's a side of you that you're hiding
Every star's not enough to wish on
Your existence becomes pain
But isn't that how you were trained?
People crowd; ignore them like the dead
Mark the end of a deep depression
You keep falling prey to hundreds
Can you ever somehow forget this?
A century passes, but resilience never returns
Exhausted every option
Maybe if you vanished, something would change
Emotions, disagreement
Heavy harm and lovesickness
I try to be quiet, it's just like I vanished
Nothing has changed
Some people admire your bravery
They don't know how much you hate this —
And want to be alone
But I want you to take me along
There are things that I have wondered for so long
Seasons change, but you never see flowers in bloom
No matter what, your eyes indicate the doom
Can't seize the day, because to you, the day disappears
Won't get attached; things are only transient here
I wish that I could somehow make my understanding known
You're just like me; you need a heart to counteract the stone
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
One more midsummer's eve, just one,
and then I shall become
some pale and ill-fated maiden, bound in the chain links of rosaries in milord's cavernous prayer hall.
Wearing a bride's opal ring, like a teardrop from heaven.
Some infernal dove wept for me
and I boast it on my left ring finger.
Woes hang close. Mine weight me like a tea chest's worth of knotted pearls, or a bridal corset laced marvellously tight.
I flash and darken like a jewelled dragonfly,
dizzied by my own light show, never pausing for breath.
The candle stubs burn weak now.
In the shivery dawn light,
the night air still hangs close and heavy,
Like a thick cloak of regal velvet that I may don
and in doing so disappear forever;
mute, placid, lovely,
a shadow.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
you make me want to
***** fruitful words
they spill down my chin
you make lovesickness tangible
my forearms tingle from missing the circles
you trace into my skin
effortlessly
my mind twists itself in sailors knots with thoughts of
you
i go to school by the water
i have always thought the sunsets were beautiful
but once the sun has set it’s easy
to turn away from a sky full of stars
you are a galaxy
my mind craves the expansion
so I can
find the most lonely crevices of you
and make them whole again.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC