Tell me my love
Why do you do this?
What’s the meaning of this?
Can you tell me? Because I’d love to know.
I know you’re there, behind the screen,
Four hundred and something miles from me,
But everytime one of those notifications appear
It feels like the moment you left all over again.
Why do you stay just out of my reach?
If you can’t let me go then just be with me.
Stop running away and causing this pain
Stop tearing our worlds even farther apart
Does it mean you still care?
To me it seems that if you didn’t care you’d be gone completely.
But you’re not.
So do you care?
I knew you cared once, I knew it was real.
But do you still care enough to come back?
To eventually heal the damage you’re causing?
Or do you only care enough to stay like this,
To cause such damage, until you no longer care at all?
If it is to come, I fear the day you stop caring.
The day you slip away entirely.
I’d rather have you care and ruin me than lose you completely.
Did you think about it when you liked that post?
What made you decide to interact?
You were doing pretty well at being a ghost,
At haunting me without making it known
But now you’ve announced your presence.
Do you know I’ve known you’ve been there all along?
Or did you forget what you told me?
Do you know that I resent your foothold?
But I cling to it with every part left of me,
The parts that weren’t stolen away.
It may or may not be my last hope
That somehow you might still love me.
The parts you stole may as well be highlighted
But only to my tired eyes.
They scream at me when I look in a mirror.
So I cover it up with mascara and powders.
Trying to hide the wounds even if no one would notice them but you.
You lit the fire in my eyes yet you suffocated it too.
Made me feel famous then left me invisible.
You made my smile love to appear but now it’s gone, rarely truly here.
The ones in those pictures that you like and hold onto,
They’re illusions, not genuine like the one you loved
So tell me, what exactly is your plan here?
Will you find me again?
Or do you see an end coming?
You haven’t lost me yet,
I’m still silently waiting.
I told you there was no getting rid of you.
I didn’t realize how quite true those words were.
So does it mean something when you watch me from afar?
Or has grief turned to delusion in the loss of your love?
I miss you more than life, as you told me before.
But tell me,
Do you still wish I was yours?
About the Writer
I’m Hallie! I’m a teen writer/artist from the United States.. I began writing poetry after reading Every Last Word by Tamara Ireland Stone. I also write stories and I hope to eventually complete some novels. My poem “Tell Me” explores my conflicted feelings in response to a situation revolving around someone I loved deeply. It’s intended to be a spoken word poem.
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