She’s a shadow that nobody remembers come sunrise. Morning rays shine through, and she fades like a child’s breath winter on a window. No matter how hard she tries, people have to sleep. She can make stars glimmer, the moon glow, but no one evers actually looks up at them. At least not those who plan on staying here. They pass through her as if she’s air, touch her edges without knowing, leaving fingerprints on her silence. They see her, but not really. Always participating, never there. She lives in the spaces between their sentences, in the pauses where their laughter dies. She’ll make a joke, try to be enough, but she’s met with plastic smiles and polluted oceans of teary-eyed hiccups. They only keep her around because she’s always been there, a fixture, a shadow. A name on the roster of someone else’s life. And even though it would all be the same without her, she stays because she doesn’t have anywhere else to go. This room is cold and unfamiliar, like a hotel in a city she’s never seen outside the glass. She presses her palm against it and watches the city lights sparkle, bars and parties she would never be invited to. It will never truly belong to her, but until her keycard expires, she’ll whisper to the stars and yearn for one of them to remember her name.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
She’s a shadow that nobody remembers come sunrise. Morning rays shine through, and she fades like a child’s breath winter on a window. No matter how hard she tries, people have to sleep. She can make stars glimmer, the moon glow, but no one evers actually looks up at them. At least not those who plan on staying here. They pass through her as if she’s air, touch her edges without knowing, leaving fingerprints on her silence. They see her, but not really. Always participating, never there. She lives in the spaces between their sentences, in the pauses where their laughter dies. She’ll make a joke, try to be enough, but she’s met with plastic smiles and polluted oceans of teary-eyed hiccups. They only keep her around because she’s always been there, a fixture, a shadow. A name on the roster of someone else’s life. And even though it would all be the same without her, she stays because she doesn’t have anywhere else to go. This room is cold and unfamiliar, like a hotel in a city she’s never seen outside the glass. She presses her palm against it and watches the city lights sparkle, bars and parties she would never be invited to. It will never truly belong to her, but until her keycard expires, she’ll whisper to the stars and yearn for one of them to remember her name.
my fav poem i've ever written <3
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