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.