

I don’t knock. I don’t wait for an invite.
I show up, and the room shifts.
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You can pretend not to look. Pretend you’re not interested.
But I know you feel it—the silence that gets heavier, the air that tightens the second I step in.
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I don’t come to fit in. I come to take over.
So look away if you want. Try to stay cool.
But your heart’s already racing, isn’t it?
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I’m here now. And things?
Yeah… they don’t go back to how they were 💋