valentine

I lost my marbles
I threw them all about my floor
Out of boredom
I am lonely
Only
A lonely girl
I make up worlds in my head
I can tell you a story
The story I made for you
The story I made of you
I’ll tell you the one you would like to hear
Three independent entities
You’ll only know one
Knowing them all would be knowing me fully
I’d tell you if you asked
If you knew
But you never ask
Why not? I promise they aren’t bad.
In my story of you, you’re the hero
In my story for you, you’re the winner
And the one you’d like to hear has you
I cannot say unadulterated, unfiltered, etc
You cannot see into my head, and I cannot see into yours
I had to fill in the blanks
I hope you don’t mind
There are some marbles on the floor
I lost them because I threw them.
I tried to make a story of me
I’ve made many for me
And many that I would love to hear
But ones of me never turn out good
My worrds nnevr soouudn left.
Could you tell me a story?
The story of the girl who lost her marbles?
Could you tell me how she turned out?
I’ve never heard it all the way through, I hope she makes it out the other side okay.