Limerence

I’d rather you hate me than taste your indifference.
I alone am plagued with limerence.

Why can’t I shake the past tense?

It’s madness.

Borderline senseless.

You’ve got me in hysterics,
Seeing myself in all the lyrics.

But I alone am the poetess.
You saw my soul,
Undressed.

You act as if we weren’t enmeshed.

It’s grotesque.

You took something of mine,
I want it back.

You cut me open,
And hoarded the slack.

You broke my spine,
I felt the crack.

I feel like I,
Am under attack.

But,
I can’t react.
So I paint you the villain,
Dripping with tact.

But,
The unfortunate fact,
Is that I am nothing to you.

And from that…

I cannot distract.