Limerence

Was it ever love or simply limerence.

Why did falling in love feel like being pushed into the abyss

knowing, and secretly craving, the small death that comes

from placing the love of another over all else.

Was it all genuine? Or was it my obsession.

Because I have built my pride upon the thought: I have ALWAYS loved, yet have lost.

Was it that you reminded me of all the people before you.

Did I love you? Or did you reanimate my past,

where everything I desired eluded me.

After coming down from the high that was you,

I thought. Have I ever loved at all?

Or was it always the desire to be desired above it all.