We had a great time
well, I had, with breathing
your chestnut hair, tied with a scrunchie.

Others say you had a great time
you got everything from me
and I didn’t expect anything back.

Well, I did, although I never admitted,
but you always knew,
and worried about it.
I expected you,
and didn’t get you,
and despaired of not getting you.

But by giving all I had
and despairing of all I’d wanted
I’ve let passion shape me
in her own image
so that I am now
what I all but like about me.