I used to admire you in your sweater.
The way you've always worn it as you treaded the streets with poise and hushed the noise from every negative voice that told you you weren't stunning. And I hope she realizes as she walks in hers that she's just as fetching, even without being enlivened by many beings, because to me, I've never met someone who's more arresting.
The way you ran your hand through your hair as I tried so hard to smother my stare because it wasn't something I could bear – I knew I could never stand a chance. And now she engenders faith with every glance, because whenever I look at her, I no longer see you there. You were impossible while she's a refresher.
The way you smiled even if it weren't for me because I supposed I'd never find someone that pretty, but now that I wish her sweet dreams nightly, I realize she can be so dreamy, and I'd live for that everyday. You were always on the way, ruining everything and being the death of me, while she makes me feel cozy.
I hark back to the days when I used to save pictures of you in well-knit sleeves and dark blue jeans, back to the time when loving you was never one of my sins.
I used to admire you in your sweater, but she wears hers better.