Jan 2014
Its the feeling of being in a box
A tiny little box
A box the size of your heart
It is red, or more specifically
It is crimson
The deepest red
I can find
And its enclosed around my heart
But this crimson box
Is magical
Just watch its show
As it also fits by being
My body, my soul
But not once
Not even an inch
Does this crimson box grow
I am squashed inside
Becoming its mold
I am no longer me
Nor am I my own
And enclosed in this
Crimson box
Unwillingly I suffer
Until my King decides
To be my crimson box cutter
A tiny little box
A box the size of your heart
It is red, or more specifically
It is crimson
The deepest red
I can find
And its enclosed around my heart
But this crimson box
Is magical
Just watch its show
As it also fits by being
My body, my soul
But not once
Not even an inch
Does this crimson box grow
I am squashed inside
Becoming its mold
I am no longer me
Nor am I my own
And enclosed in this
Crimson box
Unwillingly I suffer
Until my King decides
To be my crimson box cutter
He said it would benefit me in some way to spend time away from him, he told me not to think about him, not to worry about him. But he doesn't get it. Every time I walk away from him I almost say 'I love you', but I don't. I mean, I don't say it, I don't know why. I guess maybe he doesn't feel that way about me. It's been a total of two hours and I'm already falling apart. So all I can say is he doesn't understand, this poem is how I feel away from him.
