Limerence's Sharp Sting Poem by Thomas McKelvey

You see me like a needle's prick,
A jolt in your constructed bliss.
Do you crave me, or just the dream,
A fantasy you've built, it seems?


Like a picture on a screen,
A filtered love, a perfect scene.
You sculpt me in your mind's own mold,
A role I never can uphold.


How can I be truly me,
When your vision twists what I can be?
Unseen, yet seen, a paradox,
Lost in a love that's just a box.


Love shouldn't steal my light away,
It should embrace me, every day.
If you can't love the me I bring,
Then this love's a hollow thing.