Tell Me

I wasn't really sure whether this counted as a poem or a story. I don't think it's a story, yet it isn't set out as a poem. I'll just go with it.

I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you fell in love with them, and then why they fell in love with you. Tell me about a day in your life where you didn't think you'd make it to your bed, and tell me what the word "home" means to you in a way that I'll know you mother's name by the way you describe your favourite meal when you were 8. See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of pure hatred and if that day still makes your bones violently tremble. Do you prefer to play in floods of rain or bounce in the heaps of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip off branches to make the snowman's arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how the tree sobs for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion, to just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I want to know what you think of your first name; and if you often lie awake and night and imagine your mother's joy when she spoke it for the first time. I want to tell me all the ways you've been unkind, and the ways in which you were cruel. See, I want to know more than what you do for a living. I want to know how much of your life you spend just giving, or how much you spend simply getting. I want to know if you bleed through other people's wounds. I want to know something incredibly complicated and beautiful; I want to know you. 

Author's Note

I would appreciate any reviews at all, thank you!

Reviews

[CreativeStroke]

This reminded me of when my husband and I first started dating. We would spend hours and hours each night on the phone wanting to know everything about each other. The good, the bad and even the ugly. It really strengthened our love for each other and our friendship. Reading this piece brought back memories of those long, sleepless nights just asking question after question and listening to his answers. I agree with the fact that this piece needs a little proofreading, but nothing major caught my eye that took away from the beauty within this piece. I thought you did a wonderful job and I am glad I stumbled upon this. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you know what i like about this...although it does need a spot or two of proofreading..

i like that the speaker wants to know everything about the other person...not just the good stuff...i want to know everything about you...dark and light, bad and good...the whole package..

if we can love a person despite the baggage...that is real love.

just as you had asked in the other poem..."do i know if i am love?" if you have this attitude, you are in love..no doubt...and it is very real.

[Faith]

Thank you very much for your feedback! I agree, proof reading is definitely needed. This is a very lovely review, thanks again!

[wrldbrkr]

Compelling imagery. I saw this scene acted out in my head and it was beautiful.

[Faith]

Thank you for your kind words! I'm very glad you enjoyed it.