I'd Choose a New Pair of Shoes over You.
Nah, baby. I'd choose a new pair of shoes over struggling with you. Platforms that are 2 inches with a chunky 5inch heel; stomping in your grandmother's couch. Suede. Shoes that I trust won't give out on me. Shoes that I feel confident in and sexy. Shoes I only have to wear for one night and put them away until the next epic one. Shoes that don't hurt.
Romance is too much work. Emotions I can't control hit the horizon, actions you do bother me, being let down with words you've whispered in my ear, having sex--it's exhausting. Putting up with your flaws is more tiring than walking around in heels for 9 hours; dealing with blisters from partying in narrow shoes is easier than wondering the real reason why our plans are being canceled. Shoes don't make me anxious or complicate things--they just make me feel good. I don't have to beg shoes to be loyal to me; I don't have to change shoes. I bought them just the way I like.
Yeah, baby. I'd choose a new pair of shoes over struggling with you.
Thanks for reading,
Ps. I got my computer back xx