Tell Me
I’m waiting for you to tell me something about my body
That I don’t already know.
You know it better than I do.
I’m not waiting for anybody to tell me it’s beautiful,
I just want to know that it’s not corrupted,
That it hasn’t fallen at the hands of this
cruel and senseless world yet.
My back listens to my mind
and it aches for it.
I know there will be a time when you tell me
that something has been going awry
right under my nose.
Just tell me that it isn’t today.
That I don’t already know.
You know it better than I do.
I’m not waiting for anybody to tell me it’s beautiful,
I just want to know that it’s not corrupted,
That it hasn’t fallen at the hands of this
cruel and senseless world yet.
My back listens to my mind
and it aches for it.
I know there will be a time when you tell me
that something has been going awry
right under my nose.
Just tell me that it isn’t today.
Samantha Rose is a twenty-something English writer living with her partner in the Midlands. When she isn't writing she enjoys eating chocolate and going to gigs. She is also the editor at Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, and more of her writing can be found at http://www.writersam.co.uk. Find her on Twitter at @teh_samby.
