sonnet 26.7.13.

My brittle life is breaking down to bits
Im dizzy humiliated hedged with haze
And my eyes mirrored right back ooze a glaze
I feel so ugly prepped then pipped the pits
Hes cool on cuddling bed edge sulking sits
His lost eyes dart I dread another daze
With bedroom lights off they wont fully faze
Its then he twists and grinds and tweaks my tits
Patchy is his past hookups encumbered
Hes got that rough and ready macho style
Serious lovers if few still are numbered
The rumours rag an exwife really rile
Im not love worthy that I wouldnt doubt
And hugged I stay afraid to wriggle out
Chorus doubt ambivalence opacity