I’m going through the house
Pulling your stuff into piles
Realizing how little you had
And how much space you took up
So much weight left behind
for someone so empty
I let you take over everything
It all revolved around you
If you didn’t like it, it had to go
But if I like it, it didn’t matter
You took pieces of me
That I’ll never get back
And gave them away
To people who wanted more
Now the house feels empty
And for the first time
I don’t feel empty
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 9:25 PM UTC
I’m going through the house
Pulling your stuff into piles
Realizing how little you had
And how much space you took up
So much weight left behind
for someone so empty
I let you take over everything
It all revolved around you
If you didn’t like it, it had to go
But if I like it, it didn’t matter
You took pieces of me
That I’ll never get back
And gave them away
To people who wanted more
Now the house feels empty
And for the first time
I don’t feel empty
