you’re a spun sugar angel
serving a god of the gaps…
the gaps in your lover’s happiness, that is
for something here is missing and incomplete.

you take a different form for each person who passes by
a dog, a ghost, a demon, a butterfly
nobody’s quite sure who exactly you are
but setting that cupcake’s a start

you open the door into the mind of your lover
who’d rather you jump into their bones
igniting like a star in their heart
and burning like a supernova for the rest of your days

in this twisted game we play
in order to sit on the throne, proclaimed winner
you must get down and dirty and become a sinner
so call upon your lucky star and descend to the earth

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