would be like slipping on an old comfortable shoe
There are two things I learned from her confession
1: we have always had failures to communicate
Struggling to see things the same way while standing on
uncommon ground
Me? My old comfortable shoes are, first: old
Beat up and faded
Leather cracked and sueded
Shoe strings dingy brown with the tips missing and frayed
Factory insole long gone, replaced by a Dr. Scholl
That’s well-past its recommended time for replacement
It’s a shoe I only wear around the house
Generally to do yard work or work on the car
I would never ever ever wear them to the mall
Hell not even for a 7/11 slurpee run
And this is what I
am to her?
And, just what is an old comfortable shoe to a woman?
A Croc?
A smelly Ugg?
Do women even want comfortable shoes?
I mean, with all those heels, wedges, and stilettos
Red bottoms and Jimmy choos that give them
All those bunions and hammertoes
Making them walk oh-so gingerly a
And fall oh- so hilariously
And fall oh- so hilariously
What do women really even know about comfort and shoes?
She said being with me would be like slipping
Back into an old comfortable shoe
And so, the second thing I learned from her confession,
That came to me while I was buying
A brand new pair of crisp and clean Air Jordans,
Was that we are never ever ever…
Ever going to get back together
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