Sullen

I escape from you, goddess.
You can pull
pretty much anyone, anytime.

But not me.
Not no more.
You’re not good for me, goddess.

You make me bad,
mean, sullen, goddess.
You make me not care.

Obsessed with you, goddess,
in your orbit,
I disappear, for years.

With thanks to Shruti Krishna Sareen for the inspiration.


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