Revised sonnet #502
I slumped against the duvet buried bed
The pillows pressed on nape its hackles rise
Tear drops I stifled knuckles next to eyes
The fan appeared to clip quite close to head
A faithful friend I had in him eyes dead
I witnessed rote of my own sobs and sighs
Id built thick barrier based on little lies
It wasnt hard to work out hed just fled
Id mumbled morbidly hot him held close
Id summoned ex and swore Id settle score
At cross of paths Id lash out lavish blows
Think he assessed such social skills as poor
I cant accept Im stuck inside a loop
That hes the latest man I couldnt coop
Chorus loop coil ring
