I didn't want you to come here...but a part of me did.

I didn't want to see you...but a part of me did.

I didn't want to talk to you...but a part of me did.

I didn't want to keep your stuff...but a part of me did.

I want this to be over. I want to pack it up, lock it away in some dank corner of my mind, only to be called upon when I need to see an example of how not to act. And yet, I catch myself from time to time thinking about you, forgetting all the lies and the spin you threw at me. The old you. If there is such a thing. And I want it to go away, because your existence has forced me to close myself off. In the face of a new relationship, I am too scared to trust.

I have been told to erase you. I want to, I really do. But I can't. I have to keep in mind the lessons that I have learned. I have to remember the tears that I shed actually do count for something.