It Would Work on Me Poem


I would like to think I was different.

Smarter, more resilient, learned.

But I also have learned from experience.

I know it would work on me.

That loaded sigh.

The feigned weakness.

Beautiful way you break with practice.

You know that I am no different than others.

You lose now to win in the long run.

It was never losing to begin with since the break was practiced.

Your recovery time is now so quick that the clock runs backward.

It never actually happened.

History rewriten.

No lesson had to be learned.

And apparently I never did either.


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