SHE: Poem 7 – “and now it’s my fault” (circa ’85)
she slams the locker door
when i pass by
and now it’s my fault.
she replays her mixtape note
with a frown
and now it’s my fault.
she spins her neon bracelet
off my wrist and
now it’s my fault.
she hides behind
the bleachers’ shadows and
now it’s my fault.
she glares at my Rubik’s Cube
in mid-scramble and
now it’s my fault.
she stomps away
from the arcade’s glow and
now it’s my fault.
but i swear to the boombox
at full blast— i didn’t
break her heart, and yet,
it’s still my fault.
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- Comment from author about the poem: And what was the boy to do? Young love was quite awkward 😬🕊️🙏🏻
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And so it is with male female relationships not just in boyhood. To me I have a stupid theory it is a left over from Chivalrous times when the knight in shining armor was to protect the fair damsel in distress, to take on the dragon and black knight. Now all her troubles are dragons and you the knight are to take care of them and just because you have not prevented them it is your fault you have not done your duty.
arqios, this carries that quiet, looping ache…each vignette building on the last, anchored by “and now it’s my fault” until it almost becomes unavoidable. Then that break with the boombox feels like a last attempt to push back…even though the weight’s already set. Strong, haunting piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Why, yes, KP always says to me: 'It's your fault!' lol.
Young love can be hard Rik but you learn from it and you cannot teach experience.
Andy
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