I used to write about you. Words meant to capture and hold that which moved my heart and mind to places beyond reason. You. All of you that found the places in my soul to be touched, exposed and brought to light. I used to before and after the scars of betrayal you left me. And now, you've been written. Off. But shadows of you will always remain where I erased the words.
He wasn't the person who hurt me most. But he shut me out, sent me away & then wondered why I wouldn't (couldn't) come back. And I'm over him. But not quite over the pain and frustration. The wounds are still there.