My Poetry: It's My Fault

It's My Fault

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It’s my own fault
for thinking,
then as I grew weak
believing.
I cannot blame you,
from the start
you told me
the way it would end

But I begun to believe
when we kissed
and held hands on a date
when your pyjamas
got sexier
and you’d texted me
for no reason.

I began to believe
when you made me
forget
the red head
and all the other beds
as we shared in jokes
like best friends.

I began to believe
when you brought
back the smile
missing from my lips
for so long
it felt forever…

It’s my fault,
I fell for you,
I cannot blame you.