Note to self.

Its not how hard you get knocked down,

Its not how hard you sleep.

Its not how hard your dick becomes,

Its the floor below your feet.


Its not how soft your voice becomes,

Its not your gentle touch.

Its not how you look inside my soul,

Its not your joyful laugh.


Its not because you came first,

or managed to pack a lunch.

It might be because the days,

go quicker than my hunch.


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