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I used to say to everyone,

I am as cozy as a cushion,
so if you’d like to cuddle me,
I’d give you all the warmth.

My friends slipped into double meanings.
My old Facebook status
became heavy,
a huge mass of assumptions.

Some took it as a way
of expressing love,
some as a secret code.

But deep down,
only friendship and intimacy
sheltered
in my mind’s abode.

I wasn’t squishy like a cushion,
but I was soft,
ignored like a fabric
thrown into a loft.

I dreamed of being cuddled,
but ended up being muddled.

It doesn’t matter much now.

I am still that cushion,
now resting comfortably
in an armchair
inside someone else’s heart,

where I am cuddled
every day.