Maybe I was scared, and maybe I was weak. Maybe I wasn't enough. Maybe I was too sad. Maybe I wasn't anything. Maybe you were everything, too much everything and anything. You were everything, every smile, every laugh. You were the light in my eyes. You were the memories and the dreams. You were everything, I gave you everything. I was yours, and you were mine. Every last little thing. I gave you my eyes, I let you in my mind. You had everything. You knew where my heart was, and you knew how to get to it. It was everything. But maybe I wasn't everything or anything or maybe I was but I meant nothing. Everything hurt, too. But everything still mattered. And I wouldn't let anything get away. Maybe I was too in love, maybe I wasn't okay. Maybe I was never yours, maybe everything was wrong. Maybe you couldn't stay anymore. I let you go. It hurt. You came back. You left again. Nothing, everything, and nothing again. Anything else? I wasn't okay because everything fell apart, you wouldn't do anything, and I was left with nothing. Maybe. Maybe you just had to say you loved me again. Maybe my heart wouldn't be everything. Maybe my heart wouldn't be the dust on the bookcase and the ashes in the fireplace. Maybe I'd still be whole. But, I'm nothing, anything, and still not everything.
