valentine

There’s a silly thing that happens
When you make stories of each person you meet.
Every so often, your brain conjures a villain.

I am only a girl
I make up worlds in my head.
I can tell you a story
The one I made of you
I’ll tell you the one you’d like to hear
Two different tales
You’ll only know one
Knowing them both would make me lose the game.
I’d tell you if you asked
For the one you’d like to hear.
Maybe I made you into a monster
For the one I made of you.
Maybe I made you into a villain
For the one I made of you.
But I’ll paint you a pretty picture
Of the hero, the winner,
In the one I tell you.
Maybe I was justified in my imagination
Maybe you are cruel and cold
And mean but bold
Maybe you act like a child
But you’ve long been old.
Maybe I wasn’t
I can’t see into your head
Thankfully you can’t see into mine.
I took the little I knew and built a story around you.
Maybe you’ve always been the villains,
Disguised as the heroes,
Convincing me you’re all I’ve got.
So I must take what you give me
Harsh words disguised as jokes
Like medicine, down it goes. It doesn’t fix me,
It rots from the inside out.
You ever hear the one about the girl who lost her marbles?
Was the joke ever funny?
Was she just delusional?
Was she the true villain?