Still Caring, Still Standing

VERY rough, new poem that I wrote.

At a loss for words?

Perhaps not,

as the words just seem to

want to gush out of my mouth

all at once

when I'm staring

at a new face,

analyzing it,

hoping to fnd

some shred of you

and what used to be me

 

You've been in that box

for ages.

It keeps getting smaller

and I don't want to crowd you

but is there possibly room for two?

or has it closed that far in?

you're waving a red flag in front of the bull

and this time?-- Well...

I tried to warn you, I did,

but you refused to listen

so I'll stand here stupidly,

trying to throw the correct words

out of my mouth

while you tempt that beast

but I warned you,

and soon enough he'll come for his revenge.

Author's Note

Um... so this is UBER rough, just kinda spilled my thoughts on to paper last night, so if yo could critique it to the best of your abilities, then that would be great. ^^ <3