Thoughts Poem by Kathlyn Grace

When all I can think of is you
and what you do for me
I know I am alone
and when I feel alone
you come on harder
than ever before
and I get scared
and when I become scared
you become real
and as you become real
I become me
and as I become me
I cry
and the tears come from ankles
and wrists
and thighs
and the tears are red
not clear
and as they mix with misery
I think of you again
and how you do this to me