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White dust gathers on the window frame.The hall light flickers. I leave it on.
You left the hallway holding its breath,one bare bulb swinging above the steps.The clock ticks loud in the empty room.My coat on the chair still smells like you.Cold air slips in beneath the door;I hear your voice though you're not here anymore.I count the steps from the bed to the stair,then take one more just to prove I'm still there.
The walls closed in; I felt their weight.I kept my head down to keep the peace.But I don't have to stay another day.You don't get to decide for me.
I throw the windows open to the rain,let the cold air hit me in the face.You drew the lines and told me where to stand;I step right over them and leave this place.If this whole house falls, I won't look back;I'm done mistaking your words for mine.My hands still shake when I reach for the door,but I don't live there anymore.
I pull on my coat. The latch gives way.Your list of rules by the sink can stay.I take my keys. I leave the ring.I don't owe the silence another thing.You said, "Be grateful. Don't make a scene."This time I don't stop to explain.My hands still shake—but they open the door.I don't live there anymore.
The walls closed in; I felt their weight.I kept my head down to keep the peace.But I don't have to stay another day.You don't get to decide for me.
I throw the windows open to the rain,let the cold air hit me in the face.You drew the lines and told me where to stand;I step right over them and leave this place.If this whole house falls, I won't look back;I'm done mistaking your words for mine.My hands still shake when I reach for the door,but I don't live there anymore.
NO MORE.NO SHAME.YOU DON'T GET TO CALL THIS LOVE.
YOU MADE THE RULES.I WALKED RIGHT OUT.I AM NOT YOURS.I AM NOT YOURS.
The stairwell smells like rain and iron.Morning light catches on the floor.I take one breath, then another.Behind me, I hear the door click shut.
I throw the windows open to the rain,let the cold air hit me in the face.You drew the lines and told me where to stand;I step right over them and leave this place.If this whole house falls, I won't look back;I'm done mistaking your words for mine.My hands still shake when I reach for the door,but I don't live there anymore.
I don't look back.My hands are mine.
