every boy that walks past my shop looks like you.
this is my fault.
before you met me and dated me and loved me you dressed differently.
baggy t-shirts and baggier jeans and puffy skate shoes but i still met you and dated you and loved you.
threats of never again cuddling forced you to try on my jeans and american apparel t-shirts
of bands you didn't listen to.
yet.
now i stretch on my stool because i thought you crossed the street in fitted jeans and a thrifted sweater.
now you text me the favorite words of the favorite song of the favorite album of the favorite time of the favorite relationship.
this is my fault.
because at first i thought you were cocky.
because at first i thought you were obnoxious.
but i still gave you my number.
and you took me to see a play and bought me tea and held my hand.
and you took me to meet your friends at a bar that i eventually would live above.
and you took me to a party and i got sick and you tucked me in.
and i said i wanted to be your girlfriend.
now we both live alone and get lonely and say r e m em be r wh e n. ..
as if it was so long ago.
and it was.
and it isn't.
because it is.
this is my fault.
