Another week has gone and it feels like it's started over again.

I wish you'd just leave.

I don't suppose I'll ever really understand your motivations.
I never really knew you.
I knew little pieces of you.
I knew what you wanted me to.
Saw only fragments and tiny glimpses of who you truly are.
And I have to come to terms with that on my own.

I have daily revelations about all the lies you so expertly wielded.
Little pieces fall into place and I see through yet another crack.