by Andrea Cheng
Flowers em We Heart It.
You irritating, bothersome, vexatious fiend,
So much like the gum under my shoe.
I’ve travelled halfway across the world
And still can’t seem to get rid of you.
No amount of force could scrape you off.
You cling to me, daring me to walk.
But oh that you were the gum under my shoe
Because at least then you could not talk.