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they always ask me to stay a little longer,
as if laughter came from my skin.
as if I could be unlonely
just by making sure no one else is.

I fill the room,
and yet I’m never
in it.

they love me most
in photographs cropped at the waist—
in group chats
where I type like a mirror
and vanish like fog.

I am the pause before the pretty one speaks.
I am the arm wrapped around her waist.
I am the voice that steadies the silence
but never stirs the heart.

boys tell me I’m safe,
like a bed they’ll never sleep in.
they laugh
and I laugh
and my laugh
is a little too practiced.

I know how to fold desire
into a joke
before anyone sees it.

I know how to be background,
the warm blur,
the easy comfort
you never imagine kissing.

and still—
when I cry
it’s always quietly.
as if I don’t want
to make anyone
uncomfortable.

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