Being the one who puts in the work,
Makes the moments less of a pleasure.
Even worse when you're pretty sure,
It going to be this way forever.
When there's never a moment,
Without rushing or pushing.
When it feels like,
You're not even there as a cushion.
I'm working for her,
I'm working for you.
I'm sure you think you work for me,
But that doesn't feel true.
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