Posted by: jaime1010 | August 26, 2012

Your Shoes

As soon as I

pick my remaining

self off the

bottom of your shoes,

Ill be just fine.


I keep laughing at the fine lines –

cuz’ you gave me a kiss and I left

and you whined-

but really were you trying

not to think of her the whole time?


Such a spotless yet messy crime…


So please step back.

Give me your shoes,

and let me take back what is mine.



  1. That first stanza: POW! I love how you bring it full circle, too. Super write.

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