Enough

 There was a time where you loved to hear the things she had to say. Because you couldn't get enough of her voice, enough of her. You'd pretend that whatever she said was amazing. You were enthralled, hooked. 

And then you wanted her silent because you'd had enough. And she was better quiet, not talking to you.

But you forgot one thing. You forgot that she writes. And she now writes about you.