What I Meant

Entry no. 19: Poet

In our A.P. Literature class, period 3, everything is always in 3rd period, we had a poetry unit coming up.

I was super excited for that.

I knew I had to raise my 90.89% soon.

But then came the problem.

What should I write about?

I had no idea.

I always liked the idea of rain.

Whenever I think of poetry, I think of rain, and roses, but mostly rain.

I don't know why.

It's not that I hate the rain, I do like the way it drops down and creates a splatter effect.

But I could write about you.

Like how I do here.

And no one would suspect who I was writing about.

I realized that maybe I could get over you if I tried to write.

Maybe if I let my fingers dance across the keyboard and print out my heartfelt masterpiece, I could escape.

Maybe I could write it all away.

I couldn't talk about it.

No one would see how it hurts.

They'd only laugh and say, "why don't you tell him."

I wish it was that easy for me, but it isn't, it can't be.

No matter how hard you try, I try, it just doesn't work.

Aliya had suspected that I liked you back in middle school.

I nearly blew her head off, I didn't like you then.

I couldn't believe it!

And then she pranked me, and I thought I'd never forgive her,

but it doesn't matter.

We were still bestfriends, we might've even be going to the same college.

I mean it only took me a day to realize how silly the whole thing was.

I let it go,I watched it fly away in the wind.

Because that's what friends are for.

"I'll try, my best, how much do I invest?, like cardiac arrest, high voltage when we kiss."

-Bad Suns, Cardiac Arrest