Poetry / Postpartum Expression

Tell me you love me
even when you don’t

I just need to hear it
so my heart can
pretend it’s there

Lie to me
tell me we’ll be together
til death

Then kill yourself
the day after

You used to love me
way back when
you knew nothing
of my imperfections

When you’d die
without my touch

Now I don’t remember
how you feel

You kiss me
but I can’t taste your lips

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January 28, 2008

DCAllen

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DCAllen reviewed Version 1 - Read 100% of the Item

I’ve definitely felt this, so the content speaks loudly to me. The free verse is daring. Some reviewers will say that the form is a bit too free. It doesn’t bother me.

The use of when in the first section implies that the subject does at times love the speaker; using if would imply that the speaker is unsure about the subject’s love.

There’s no sense of the speaker showing love toward the subject in the poem. Is this your intention? It seems to be completely about how the subject’s love/lack of it affects the speaker.