Will you be there?
When I was five and you thought I had cooties
I wondered if you would still want to be friends.
When we started middle school and you started having feeling for girls
I wondered if you would still stand by my side or leave for the first girl that walked by.
Will you be there when we go to high school and I grow into my body?
Will you notice me?
Those little hints I threw at you,
Will you follow the trail,
Or go towards someone else’s gingerbread house?
Even when you have fallen for me I wonder if you will stay.
Will you be there once we get married
Or do I not give you enough?
Will you still be there even when you have seen me at my worst?
Will you pity me?
Will you be scared of me?
What will you do when I am at my lowest point?
Will I be too much to handle?
Will you comfort me?
What about when we have spent years married together?
Will you wake up one day and decide you don’t want me anymore?
Instead of reassuring me of my insecurities,
Will you find the constant need for approval annoying?
Will you see the stretch marks trailing down my arms and legs,
And see them as the ugly scars reminding you of how fat I was?
Will you look at me and just see a stranger lying in your bed?
Will you walk to the bathroom,
Stare back at me through the mirror,
And decide…
You don’t love me anymore.
And you never knew if you did.
Will you?
L.C. Anderson High School
9th