Say you love me
You don’t have to mean it
Or love all of me
Or love me all the time
Just say you love me
When you see me turning away
Turning inside toward darkness
Toward my own monsters
Rattling my own locked doors
Where only I have keys
Say you love me
Scream it out loud
Where I can hear you
Inside my own dungeon
Locked in the ice of my heart
Where my soul might be safe
My spirit dances with monsters
Even as they flay me
With memories of pain
My blood and tears paint walls
Brilliant in scarlet and silver
Rescue me, say you love me
Out loud, where my soul hears you
Maybe, if I hear you I will believe
Maybe I will reach for you
If you say you love me
2-November-2015
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Very powerful poetry as are the simple words, “I love you!” Someone called it a powerful whisper.
Yes, sometimes we fail to remember the power of these words to save another human being from despair.
This is lovely – sounds like it would be a great song!
Thank you Peg.
I am sending Love and saying it so Loud, I hope that inner child hears it loud and clear.. I know if you listen Val, you will hear as you say it outloud to your reflection.. You are Loved..
And I loved how you captured it out loud so we all could hear.. Love and Hugs ❤ Sue x
Thank you Sue. I am glad so many realized this was intended as something more than a ‘love’ song.
We LOVE you Val.. 🙂 and we are all here.. holding you.. xx
A brilliant tug of war with oneself.
Yes, exactly. Thanks Frank
… and oh the torture for the guy who doesn’t understand … at least maybe not at that moment. 😉
So, Val, when are you going to put all these poems together into a book?
I don’t know, maybe never.
WOW WOW WOW
I. Love. You. xx
I Love You also.
Thank you
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“Say That You Love Me” …. power written word!!
Visceral as always, Valentine.
Which means I really enjoyed it!
Thank you
Such a powerful little whisper.
Yes, I think it might be.
That phrase, “I love you” hold a lot of power. You have a way way with words and thank you!.
That phrase, it has sometimes the power to save. Thank you for reading, thank you for seeing the power of words.
Just fabulous. ❤
Thank you my Sister. It was actually written back in April, seemed timely though today with a few small tweeks
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Thank you, always thank you.