Poems

i know i said my next post was on that's what she said! but the poem is better.

no, it's not about my boyfriend or a boyfriend. i have this 10 line poem assignment in english and i was about to get started on it when i just opened up a new word doc and typed that. in less than 30 seconds. (shout out time) my friend randy said it was good. that makes me happy.
you kind of have to read it like it's typed. like and on and off rhythm. a kind of sad, break up feeling. if you don't it doesn't have the perfect broken heart ring to it.
yeah i know. didn't think i was poetic huh? wrong. didn't think i could write about broken hearts, right? wrong again. i think i am so poetic and i write about broken hearts all the time. just so you know.
the first time i wrote a bunch of poems was when i felt really emotional, like really happy or really sad, and i'd write and it'd have this amazing feel to it. and there was one person i always sent it to and i'd always title them "poem of _____" and then the time. that's why it's called "poem of 9:52pm" instead of "the way my heart breaks". one, because i'm just so used to titling it that way and i think it adds my own touch, and two, i'm not sure if i would've named it "the way my heart breaks" if i hadn't had "poem of 9:52pm" pop into my head at the same time. i haven't titled a poem like that in a long time. or really written one since i lost all the ones i loved.
i had this poetry assignment last year and i was so in love with it that i went onto this site that listed a bunch of different types of poems and how to write them (i loved that site, it was organized and neat and the layout was beautiful) and i just wrote them all and saved them in a folder. then i accidentally deleted them all when i was moving data to our new computer because i'm stupid like that. no, i just put them in the recycling bin for some reason because i thought they would stay there like they're supposed to, but apparently since it was on my flash drive it didn't. i've probably told you all that before.
it still makes me sad.

like really deep poems.
like me.