Here I am.

Worn down

by the wear and tear

of the world.

My laces

are frazzled;

loose and

messy.

No one can stop me

from walking all over

the words that roll off of their tongue

and hit the ground.

Reasons why I am like a shoe.

Number one.

I give really good hugs

depending on

how tight you tie me around your ankles.

Sometimes

you have to pull

and pry

me off of you.

Number two.

I can be mysterious.

Like the little thing

on the end of the laces.

People may not know

my name

or know why

I am there.

Number three.

I have been

replaced

several times.

By another;

better version

of me

which I can't overcome.

Number four.

I will

walk all over you

in a heartbeat.

Sometimes I can’t

stop myself.

It’s almost a

natural reflex.

Number five.

I have also been

thrown out.

Left to rot.

Because I became

outdated,

boring,

or unappealing.

Here I am.

Worn down

by the wear and tear

of the world.

My laces

are frazzled;

loose and

messy.

No one can stop me

from walking all over

the words that roll off of their tongue

and hit the ground.

I am like a shoe

because I am lonely

without