I didn't post yesterday's poem until well into the night and said I would do better today.

Well, I cut it WAY TOO FINE and I was wrong. If I'm honest, I spent too much time procrastinating until daybreak. Then I procrastinated more after waking. I also found my earlier drafts today too problematic to post in first draft form (essentially all NaPoWriMo poems are first drafts) without rethinking and editing. Time was not on my side, as you can tell, because I'd betrayed and misused it, and took it for granted. I'm going to be honest here: this whole introductions is a way for me to ease into the flow of writing because something needs to come out finished. Lesson for Day 2: practice the lessons you learned the day before. Don't be like me, fam. Also, don't make promises or oaths or swear - just keep them. Chances are you're promising or swearing because you know your word cannot be trusted - either by others or yourself. Both of these need addressing.

SKRR! BREAKING NEWS: Whilst writing this, Laurie requested I write either:

"[a] Poem about me and my crushes" or
on "romantic terminology".

I'll do this, then. This one's for you, Laurie.

On romantic terminology

i refuse to fall in love. i tell myself i will walk
into it straight-backed, with a map and then call
myself a maverick because to crush is to make yourself a bleeding apple
and your heart resemble a peach
or an ass
or a peachy ass.
but because i am upright
my head is always above my heart.

but in a sense, would i not be head over heels
anyway? since my heart is in the middle of my body?

(afterall i will walk
not crawl on my belly like a snake)

but then so is the ass,
and an upturned bum is what a heart looks like
to people in love.

and on that note, i guess
i won't be in love, per se,
when it happens. love will live in me,
i hope. because the heart has chambers,
and the brain has pathways. when i walk
into love, i hope it will be on her pathways,
and they'll be corridors to her chest.
but not strictly so.

but it means i have to find them first. maybe
i need a new map. but i haven't found the entrance yet. maybe
one day
love will find me
lost outside her window
looking for her pathways. or
one day,
i hope, she will walk mine,
too.