I can't live in the awkward shoes

That you have left for me –

They're far too big for me to wear

And walk in comfortably.

They leave such ugly blisters,

And the heels are too tall

Too narrow for my size-eight feet

And puke green, like old walls.

I'd rather wear my Converses –

Monochrome, with room to move

Or my Reeboks – slightly faded,

Checkered-laced, and full of groove.

So, forget these shoes – I'll leave them here

Half-sunk in soggy loam

I'll deviate from your footsteps…

And find my own way home.