Would you still love me if I showed you, My cries instead of my smiles? My screams instead of my laughs? My hatred instead of my love? Would you still love me if, I wasn't the Sorrow you met the first time? The Sorrow you enjoyed? The Sorrow you grew? Would you still love me if, I told you that I have died? I told you I'm unstable? I told you I'm in pain? Would you still hold me if, I wasn't enough- not right, not perfect? Would you still look at me affectionately even after, I stopped feeling? I stopped smiling? I stopped being Sorrow? Would you still love me if you knew who the real Sorrow is? POEMMM
your poem is really powerful and vulnerable. The repetition of “Would you still love me if…” makes it feel like your desperately searching for reassurance, like your afraid that love only exists when your at your best. The lines about being the “Sorrow you met” and the “Sorrow you enjoyed” hit especially hard, it feels like your questioning whether someone loved you for who you truly is or just the version that was easier to handle. The ending line is strong and haunting, because it leaves you thinking about what the “real Sorrow” might be.
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wow this actually really hit really hard. i love how raw and honest it feels, especially that last line about 'who the real Sorrow is' that was such a cool way to end it.
of course! i'd say my only critique is that i want to know more about that 'real Sorrow' you mentioned at the end. that felt like the most uniqu part of the poem. maybe lean into that more and use fewee of the classic 'smiles vs. cries' tropes next time.
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