looking down at my shoes

a short poem i wrote a little bit ago

i removed those pictures of you
i changed my wallpaper
i stopped checking that photo album
i’m looking down at my shoes

i don’t listen to that song anymore
i stopped adding to your playlist
i skip the artists you showed me
i’m looking down at my shoes

i hid those letters you wrote me
they are locked away
along with those photos
i’m looking down at my shoes

i can’t stand seeing the stars
i don’t like trees and nature
i fucking hate the moon
i’m looking down at my shoes