sonnet Dejection strikes and swells

Dejection strikes and swells my woozy brain
I wish I could intrigue with trivial woes
And play along forgoing both highs and lows
You dont adore me no you hate worse pain
If you engage me its with grim disdain
I miss the massive warmth I feel morose
You barely budge you smoulder bellicose
No comfort comes were just ourselves again
Im sick of talking through things lured by looks
A feint and tingling physical desire
I wont enlist embryonic nagging ire
Im flattered when Im bagged with certain sooks
Devoid of wiggle room could it be worse
Your hatred never spoken seems perverse
Chorus worse lower inferior