This is a beautifully written note from the heart that every girl can intimately relate to. Thank you Mercy Peck for allowing me to share this.
You and I have never been friends
and I suspect we never will be.
You rarely show me
what I want to see
even though I fight and plead.
Now I can’t recall
who is was that told me to
ask you to confirm my value?
The only truth you tell me about myself
is of the compact weight of the fluid, bones,
flesh, vessels and organs
that sustain my soul on earth.
Why then, do I keep crawling back asking
you my worth?
You’ve never told me the weight of my thoughts
or the crushing burden on my heart.
No, your abilities are only concrete.
You measure the heaviness that only eyes can see.
You are tipped and swayed by the silliest of things…
most consisting of what I drink or eat.
I’ve decided I’m done with this game
and NO, I never wanted to play.
So now, with some hesitation,
I must bid you farewell.
If we ever meet again,
I will never take your number
and use it to measure the beauty of a soul again.