Each time I let go a little more, you pull me back in with some subtle move you know will not go unnoticed. Each time I walk away, you find a way to follow me just enough to haunt me with all I am trying so hard to forget. I am trying. I have been trying. Each time I seal the cracks of my heart with my own healing, there you are, kicking through the cracks harder than before. For what? You said it didn’t have to be this way after you made it this way. You said you wished we never happened. You said everything to keep me, then everything to lose me. You pointed at every wrong feeling I had, but looked at your own as though they sparkled in sincerity. You said there was no blame, then blamed me for things that never even happened. I let go a long time ago, ignored the drama brought to me by others, took the blows handed to me by people who should not even have their hands on our story. But here I am… sitting with my own demons I’ve come to know very well and there you are… still kicking in doors, letting your ghost slip in. But I don’t want it. You left me at the lowest point of my life. That is the moment I knew you the most. And yes, it still hurts. It always will. But that does not mean I need an apology or anything at all. The way you left said everything I ever needed to know. So, erase it all if that’s what you need to do. Nothing could hurt me more than you already did. Nothing.