Agniologist (Sonnet #2)

People don’t always understand girls, they

Don’t like what they give yet don’t stop taking

They toss around words, it’s all fun and play

What they don’t see are human hearts breaking

She flutters her peacock feather lashes

Sweetly sharpened words raining like glitter

Behind red lips and Gucci sunglasses

She’s competition, not just some quitter

He smiles in her direction, or maybe

Comments on her perfection, and he’ll say

“Darling” or “sweet” or “you and me baby”

Twelve tweets, six squees, and sees him the next day

He gives her a glance, not a word spoken

Passes right by and there she is broken

Sonnet Series

     I've been tossing around the idea to write a crown of sonnets. This involves writing sonnets that each begin with the last line of the previous sonnet, then lacing them all together into a circle by ending the final sonnet with the first line of the first sonnet. Specifically, I've been trying to figure out what's referred to as a heroic crown, in which all the repeated lines that begin and end a total of 14 sonnets form a separate 15th sonnet. I'll be posting them out of order at first, revising as I go, and maybe I'll never get there, but I hope you bear with me.