~Boxing Rags; Full Of Blood~

How did I get here?
In the lonley you're never near.
I steal these words from another mans lips,
To show that I still know you with these quips.
But you're my stranger.
My empty chair.
The exact reason why I'm here and never there.
Between the feelings of being wanted and never had.
Between the reasons of never wanting... thats too bad.
I can't even write a song without you!
You're my breath, my water, my food to chew.
And I'm lost!
I'm so very lost.
So heres another elementary poem to replace your grace.
Another mixed up rhymn,
To fill this lonley time.
With no trace.
Of you.
No trace of you.

Can we never even aspire to dirty rags for you?
God one more... one more and I'll be lost forever.
Don't let me die with that word on your lips.
Don't let me die with the word "never".

These Boxing rags are full of blood.
Here's my dirty offering to you.
The cost of my life drips from every cotton strand.
The cost I've paid to recieve this brand.
The one that says I'm yours,
And sooner or later I'll be with you.