stupidgirl!

two blue ticks and you’re onto the next one and i can’t believe how i leapt
how i smiled on the tube, when the signal swooped in and your poem
dropped down, how i really really thought i’d won and you’d be waiting
on the platform with my flowers and it would be done. how many before me?
how many scrolls of parchmement, how many scrolled stains of parchment,
how many twisted looping theories in hieroglyphics shredded down the nile?
trying to compile any other theory other than i was just being so fucking silly
that i liked you a lot more than you liked me. tell my friends it fizzled out,
pull tarot maybe shave my head, hair stores memories apparently?