sonnet 5.11.13.

I slumped sick thoroughly ambivalent
Around my painful pals and relatives
All riddles filtered flaws the silt through sieves
Consumed by problems probably age pent
That you and I met once was simply meant
You boy who builds against me girl who gives
You sensed me cipher one who barely lives
I doubled down put down I didnt vent
As my self image rated pretty poor
The narrow shoulders down to knobbly knees
I let you ruin me via unlatched thick door
I helped all folk in need I propped to please
A swollen third world child who thinks of cake
A phantom pregnancy or empty ache
Chorus cake bun loaf