Masterpiece Lamps and Shades

I wrote it really quickly on the train one evening, I don't think this is a good style to have. I hate just saying something, so you probably don't understand it.

Simmering in the bushes,
you whispered bitter charity in my ear,
two baleful circles shining
your face drawing near.
Recoiling to a shell
and your head sighed back.
Abruptly you haltered my jitter,
you’d had enough with this track.
Rising, I felt you rise away from me,
On my knees I beg, apologise, plead.
The curve or your hunched back
half clench knees, motion paused,
Standing, waiting. I submitted to the cause
of hope you’d love me.
You lost yourself into the gasps,
whilst I stared at your crumpled face.
I lost myself that night, I lost my grasp.