This is my poem

I wrote this when I was a freshman in college. For some reason its quality has deteriorated since then, in my opinion. But here it is.


The price of shoes

He likes to wear clogs.
I told him they were girls shoes,
but like what I say makes a difference.
I asked to borrow them.
He said maybe.
As if one day of my shoe wearing would hinder his reputation.
It's not a big deal that I gave my heart
to him a long time ago.
Are the heart and soul comparable to
a pair of leather garden shoes.
Maybe my thoughts and ideas
can compare with a matching bag,
or my values and expectations
replaced by a jacket with a fur collar.
Keep the clogs I say,
I can get shoes for less than
the price of my soul.

Givin up on you

After all we have been through
I can only look at you
Through the eyes you lied to
I'm givin' up, givin' up
I'm givin' up on you
After all if there is no way out
If you cannot stand beside me
If there isn't love
There is only pride
I'm givin' up, I'm givin' up this fight

-Laura Fabian

This song was on my dawson's creek soundtrack when I was about 16. I had it in my head today.