Ebonee Grace's "Your Love" is a short, painful question about what love is supposed to feel like. The speaker describes a love that doesn't comfort her but attacks. Verbs like "sticks," "pokes," "prods," and "chokes" are short and sharp, and they rhyme in pairs, so the lines feel jabbing and repetitive, almost like the blows they describe.
What the speaker feels is a loss of self. Being "stripped bare" suggests she has been left exposed and vulnerable, and "my very essence gone" says that the person she used to be has disappeared. She no longer recognizes herself.
The poem ends on a quiet, uncertain question: "Is this how love's supposed to be?" After the harsh lines before it, the question sounds almost small and bewildered. The mood is raw, unsettled, and a little lonely, as if she is doubting both the relationship and her own understanding of love.