sonnet 28.1.

I was so close to lost in love with him
It seemed the loveydovey kisskiss bag
The friendship flirty could catch fire or lag
It might just ossify stuck on a whim
One party music loud and lights down dim
Another man lit up my filtered fag
My dear stormed out I cringed I didnt drag
I chatted charmingly the going was grim
I screamed please give rude me a second chance
I banged I barged at that red bathroom door
I whispered too my present judgement poor
As whiskey whooze inspired our circumstance
Hed just angled angry he was ready
Asked me cool if wed go couple steady
Chorus ready prepared set