Same Body, Different Person - Poem by Amy Edson
And it started off so well
and I felt like I was
good enough for you.
Then you started getting colder
and I started getting weaker
and I get weaker all too fast.
Days were getting shorter
and my worrying nights were getting longer
and all I wanted was for the person I'd met to come back again
but the waiting was getting unbearable.
I wanted to play hard to get
but I was only getting harder to find.
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