i wrote a lousy poem

[versusolivia]

the circumstances have left me to this and,
piles of words allow clostrophobic options,
you’ve no stature anymore,
so stop speaking in third person,
proceed to walk toward one direction
with your hands in your own pockets,
you crave this artificial feeling
until your eyes compare to lockets,
with the grasp of slender fingers pry open what's important,
she'll get thrown away with the rest I am assure,
by the time you realized I am not longer a chance,
something once so ignorant will turn (into)a man

i wrote a poem.
some of it is confusing because it may not read what it's meant to mean.
sorry for those who don't comprehend it's meaning fully
i'm shady in the writing department