It’s like, why are we even

You do the thing where you take my laptop and wallet
so when I come out of the bathroom for a split second
I panic. There goes however much work, slop, porn; I
could cry. But you’ve just nicked them for a sec, & you
catch my eye, grinning. You don’t know my relief, your
not even close to feeling it. Sure, it’s good to surprise-
see you. A friend I love would just sit across my comp,
sipping something hot while they wait. I step out & see
them harmlessly. No scaring necessary. But you aren’t
equal, friends. Some are much better. You’re the latter.

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