Tag: shoes
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your heart is an empty room.
The piano sounds Apple says I listened the most to in 2024.
Her hyperness when her meds wear off.
The green of his eyes I see every time it rains.
Good morning texts.
Holding of hands that once shielded the abuse.
My blue couch.
The tone of her voice when she says, “GUTTER BITCH or titty baby”, her fake Italian grandmother’s accent.
Blue
Showers too long.
Giggles, stories, jokes.
Seeing her face walk through the door, knowing she won the war of getting out of bed.
Cinnamon Tea, and coffee, Hallmark movies.
Doris Doloris, who will be the biggest heart break of all.
The shock in a broken face meeting strength for the first time.
The Professor getting excited to tell me about the girl he likes or the sex he had.
Books in The Nook.
Blankets and hockey sweats.
The end of the day when I lay my head down and remind myself this life is real, and I will wake up still safely in it.
Smells of honeysuckle, sugar plums, and favorite flannels.
Lovers that forever stain the walls of this heart.
So much feminine rage and way too many damn shoes.
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dirty chucks
My shoes are never tied.
It takes too much time.
I slide them on and out the door I go.
Sometimes the strings fray at the ends.
Just a casualty of my life, I guess
Some people take time to loosen and tighten and tie even bows.
Not my dirty chucks.
They’re covered in stamps from all the steps I’ve ever taken.
They’ve been branded and sharpied.
Ripped and degraded.
But they’re still Chucks.
I could have taken better care of them.
Watched where I was walking and made a better choices.
But my dirty chucks will still work and they still look cool.
Dirty and worn.
Broken and messy.
But I still like them.
You can damage them as much as you can.
But they will always be chucks.
They are strong and resilient.
They are tough and messy.
But they’re MY dirty chucks .
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