Most of my life
I thought
Sex
Equaled
Intimacy
Like
Reading the cover
Of a book thinking
I’m finished
Like
Believing I can play guitar
When I can’t fret a simple chord
Lying there post coitus
Feeling ashamed
I don’t even remember her name
A man is not supposed to treat a women like this
But that’s how they do it in porn
I’m confused
I’ll still brag to my friends
Because they are still little boys too
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