Socks
I don’t like socks
I see my friends’
They fit them perfectly, and are warm
Socks
Different sizes, differently decorated
But always warm
Socks
I detest socks
Because mine never fit
And mine aren’t warm
They’re cold, unforgiving
When i was a child
In my coldest hours i put them on
And they froze my feet
And i had to cut off my feet and move on
And now i stumble through the world
And my feet have minds
They keep calling out to me
And i stumble onwards and keep listening
I can’t help but do either
Socks
I left my feet behind but i couldn’t leave behind my socks
I have no need for them now
They hurt
But sometimes i’ll pull them on
Warily, but in the wrong places. I dont have my feet
And the socks
Always freeze
I hate my socks
I’ve stopped pining for them to ever be warm
This unhinged ass poem isn't actually about socks, but if you're here then might as well listen to knee socks by arctic monkeys it's a bop. Also i'm not going to explain what this is about (iykyk). interpret it as you want to. the meaning behind the metaphor is that socks are supposed to give you comfort and warmth, but this pair does the very opposite of that. still the mc cant get rid of the damned socks and is tempted to put them on, even tho the socks themselves have ruined any prospect of the mc actually being able to use them properly. also mc has accepted that they can never experience wearing warm socks. also if you have a foot fetish then i hope youre a bit disturbed rn. also i should be studying for my mocks and caies instead of stalking dark academia accounts on instagram at night and then getting emotionally unstable and writing unhinged poetry. also i hope youre having a good day (i should sleep)
dedicated to the one and only fairywhore mooonlitparadise for correctly guessing what this was about. and also for being my friend. and having cold socks. and for telling me you'll slap me if i dont post this and for generally being an amazing person and friend (and whore). also you cant say i treat you unfairyly now
