metaphors

your shoes were always perfectly clean.

if you saw them at night they may as well have been shining like the moon itself.

now they are in a constant state of disrepair.

drawn on and slowly wearing down. 

you don’t really mind.

maybe, you think, that means something

but you’ve never been good with metaphores

you were born on the day that the doctor said you should be

brought into the world on another mans terms

but the original date didnt suit your parents needs

so it was pushed back a month.

maybe, you think, that means something

but you’ve never been good with metaphors

the hair salon you used to go to as a kid

closed down and was replaced by a funeral service

the mint tiled floors and dye-filled window sill

the friendly dog greeting you at the door

gone as if they were never there in the first place

maybe, you think, that means something

but you’ve never been good with metaphors

the worn down shoes have been replaced

a different colour yet still the same make.

you’ll still keep the old ones, you decide

they are in a constant state of disrepair.

drawn on and slowly wearing down. 

you still don’t really mind.

maybe, you think, that means something

but you’ve never been good with metaphors.