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Sandals and Tennis Shoes Part One

You wear sandals
And I wear tennis shoes
We hate one another
Occasionally
We tolerate one another
Occasionally
We are always on different wave lengths
You’re on A.M
And I’m on F.M
Because you wear sandals
And I wear tennis shoes
I told you once before that I like you
Egotistical jerk
But it’s so charming
I guess it’s because we butt heads
And we don’t back down
Your wear sandals
And I wear tennis shoes
I laugh way too hard at your jokes
I try too hard to fit in around you
But that’s not me
But you always stay you
It’s because you wear sandals
And I wear tennis shoes
How about prom? You and your date looked nice
You and me we twirled once or twice
You corrected me
I let it slide
I’m going to honestly admit that I was planning on asking you to slow dance
You in your dress shoes
And me in my flats
That night we weren’t so far apart
But at heart you wear sandals
And I wear tennis shoes
You’re not as see throughas your shoes claim
And I’m obviously not opaque
I think our tastes made a mistake
But if we walk one mile in each other’s shoes
Do you think you could think of me the way I think of you?
If only I wore sandals
And you wore tennis shoes

Sandals and tennis shoes?
Please, its socks to cleats
I’m a bad person
And he’s wonderful
I’m bad because I know that women matter more than what’s in her uterus
He’s good because he thinks women have to give birth
I’m bad because love is love as longed as it’s shared and consensual
He’s good because it’s okay to be gay, just not in front of him
I’m a bad person
And he’s wonderful
Hey, I was going to prom pose to you
Yeah, you can even ask Sam
I planned to give you an anonymous gift with prom question mark written on it every school day from the first of January to the last in march
And the last one of 60 was going to be the band spelling out prom question mark on the practice field
You wouldn’t have said yes, but I wanted my senior year to be about risks
Can I still be your friend?
Is that okay or is that just too ‘gay’ for you?
Or is uncomfortable because you wouldn’t do it?
Ben this might be the last poem about you
I planned on defending myself, but why? I don’t matter anyways.
I’m just a girl who can’t shut her trap is too loud, too tall, too big, and too much
Ben I respected you so I never questioned you
Now I’m sick and tired of wearing these god damn tennis shoes
So ill show my socks
Hey and guess what?
I might be over you
So walk away in your sandals while I burn my tennis shoes

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