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outdated,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
my other half.
