Why

Why can’t you stay away from me?  Every time I think that I am rid of you, that I have finally battened down all of the hatches and sealed every window and door, somehow you find another way in.

I haven’t spoken to you for such a very long time; and yet I can still remember every word of our final conversation.  I knew, even as you spoke, that the words coming from your lips were lies; I even told you so, and yet you acted wounded and tried to make me the liar instead.

Part of me wants to hate you; and part of me already does.  It is so easy for you; out of sight and out of mind; you always were a spineless bastard.  If it wasn’t on a plate in front of you; if you weren’t being spoon-fed, well it was just too much for you to try.

I don’t know how I would react if our paths were to cross again; I’d like to think that I would be as cold and callous as you have grown to be; biting off the hand of friendship and discarding it like a toy you have become bored of.

It has taken me a long time to get to this stage; the stage where I don’t want to try and mend the bridges you have so gleefully burned.  And yet you still manage to creep into my world; and I find you sitting silently in a corner, gloating that a tiny part of me still can’t let you go.