everything

by MissT

everything
is a house mid-collapse
but the kettle’s still boiling
you’re stood in it
barefoot
holding receipts for love
no one signed
you gave in handfuls
in lifts
in late-night listening
in money you didn’t have
in softness that got mistaken
for supply
and when you snapped
they called it character
not fracture
everything
comes back at once
like a tide that kept your name
his voice
her laugh
that message
that look
the one that said
you’re too much
right after taking
everything you had
you’re not too much
you were just
never meant
for half-empty people
with open hands
everything
feels like ending
but endings are loud
and this…
this is quieter
this is the part
where you stop reaching
for the ones
who only turn
when you’re falling
this is the part
where the room empties
and instead of begging it
to fill again
you sit in it
and realise
the silence
isn’t rejection
it’s space
everything
you thought you lost
isn’t gone
it’s just not theirs anymore
and you
you’re still here
heart kicking like it’s got a point to prove
breathing like rebellion
soft in places
you swore would turn to stone
everything
didn’t break you
it showed you
exactly
what you can survive
and what you will
never
carry
again