To Anyone That Cares

To: Thoughts

I think a lot of thoughts. Some are happy and some are sad. They can range from hopes and dreams to nightmares and disappointment. But you're always my main one.

I think, what if you stop loving me-I'm not strong enough to battle the saddens away by myself. I think, what if you're finally realizing that I'm not what you want-would you just pack up your things and leave me? I think and I think and I think, but you're my main thought.

I think about how stressful school is and if I'm failing or not. I think, do any of these people actually like me-then why won't they talk to me? I think, how slow does that clock move-I'm counting the minutes until I go home. I think, when I get home will you be waiting for me-because you're my main thought.

When you're not with me, my thoughts twist and turn into snakes that slither around in my head and spew out doubt and hatred. I think, why do I have so many flaws-does he look at them with pity for me? I think, I never should have thought you could love someone like me-with all my thoughts clouding and spinning my mind. I think, what if this time he leaves for good-my thoughts twist, but you're my main thought.

When you're with me, my thoughts are like flowers; growing and blossoming into smiles. I think, how could God have made such a beautiful face-and it's mine to touch. I think, only a true artist could capture your smiling lips- and they're mine to kiss. I think, your hair falls in slight curls-they're mine to grab. I think, I must be the luckiest girl in the world-because you love me. I think a lot of things, but you're always my main thought and I love it.

Thoughtfully,
Elizabeth Lynn Martin