Its weird getting new shoes , i either like them immediately or it takes time

our friendship is like converse , it took time
but i loved how easily it could be washed , even after a muddy climb
i mean slowly i realized that with every wash the color faded a bit
i didnt mind the change in color , becuase its a good shoe
then holes and rips developed and maybe my feet grew
I got tired of the stitches and glue
its not that i dont like you
its just its ******* me too

I had an interesting trip
To realize friendship is endship

my phone for hours was dead
social anxiety had me in bed
my parents told me to answer the main door
your eyes filling with tears more and more
I gave you comfy clothes to wear
cuddles to show i care
I put your keys out of sight
so you wouldnt runaway at night
I put my newest shoes on your bare feet

So I ask "why did you throw the converse on the street?"