Jessie Keens

A Collection of Stories c. 2008 – present

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Someone Wore My Socks Again

You wore my socks
And now we are on the rocks
Yes
The black ones
With little white love hearts
Oh, so, you know the ones
That makes this so much more worse
I thought you were just ignoring me
Looking at your phone
Talking to who knows 
Probably some flip-flop lover
Or barefoot weirdo
Those were my socks!
You can be replaced
But my socks will never be the same
No
I cannot wear them now
They have been on your feet
And the elastics all stretched out anyway
This is no joke
Why are you laughing
I thought you were the one
But I guess it was all in my head
Because it is not like I never ever said
How I adore wearing that pair
I told you
More than a thousand times
Now I am wondering
If I even ever knew you at all
This is bad
I would never stoop so low
Unlike you
As that sock fell into my shoe
I knew
Me and you were through