stronger than me

I thought it was affection

playing out through the sex

the being with

parallel play

while we did other stuff

until

she or me

got tired

moved on to someone new

& some I cried over

& I hope some cried over me

but the feeling I got clear

over & over again

these women

were always stronger than me

had better bounce

after they hit the floor

of no more love

while in my isolation

blood speckled tower

I counted the stains

painted over the scars

left after love

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