Sonnet #5

I won't slide into DMs when the conversation dries;

Shan't be caught slipping tripping about feeling burned;

When you look towards me with such pretty cold dead eyes;

I'll tuck my chin and just pretend I'm not really concerned;

I've prolly said I love you and you prolly didn’t hear it;

Throw a thousand things at once I’ll only catch, the vibe;

You’re giving off a lofty scent that has me in the spirit;

Don’t be too alarmed with just a look from you I died;

Aortas sound like melodies when they bleed;

Heartbreak sounds like symphonies in knots against the night;

That just means I’ve loved you true a victory;

Unless it comes to tongues with you we both know I tied;

When you look at me with such pretty cold dead eyes;

Heartbreak’s like calligraphy written in the night