I thought I had it all along. Those feelings all gone. You were out of my life for good, finally. Right? Wrong. You crept back into my life slowly, like a thief in the night.
I allowed it to happen, which is the worst part of it all. When I thought you had taken the last of my peace, you came back to take more. A bad habit I can't kick, I let you in too easily.
Why, why, why do I even give you opportunity to do this. You make me weak, and I can't seem to shake it.
Do I enjoy this pain you cause me in some sort of sick and twisted way? I want to scream leave me alone just as much as I want to feel your touch again. Closure doesn't seem to work for some.