Rebekah

Dear Rebekah,

I always take a look at you when you're not aware,

But most times you catch me looking and I find it so unfair

That the stars in your eyes twinkle, when you see him and not me,

So I suddenly turn away and pretend to be a tree.

I become a Maple that had been pierced too many times.

The sap that is my blood is sold for merely dimes

By those that I trusted to stroke my bark.

They definitely left a mark.

I used to live off the air you breathed,

But I'm relieved

After I grieved

To know that

Life's a breeze

If we part ways.

Remaining days

Will be okay.

I found peace.

May your deceits

Cease.

Love,

Kendra