I’m Misses Stupid
Confess my love direct to Cupid
Turn down the music
Or block me just like you did
Guess I’m exclusive
For that, you are muted saluted
I know your coordinates to be AR-Lp 36
It’s no secret
Like the center of the void
You crossed meekness
You’re 700 million light-years from destiny
A cosmic desert floating
Aren’t you the darkness that shaped my scorn
Hated you before I was born
You must be full and hollow
The way the moon will stare
You must be drinking wallow
The way that you don’t care
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
How much more cleaning until the Devil’s gone?
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