Here. Here is a sonnet for sonnet’s sake.
A song to a loved one I never had
Because the last one I loved was a snake—
Months proving I know how to pick them bad.
This is not for him, but it could be yours.
The love who I know will walk through the door,
The one to hold me when it rains, then pours.
The one I can prove I love so much more.
The love I know is messy and it hurts.
It’s school-girl crushes, and Riley, and her.
It’s longing, and being left with their shirts.
It’s annoyance where those memories were.
But, I’m done that now and waiting for you—
My one true love. The one I can call, “boo.”