I like nights.

It's quiet ambiance,

The space that you can fill with your thoughts,

Good or bad.

You are most powerful then.

Some people don't know that,

But I do, though.

I like the sky, the stars, the smell of peace.

It's soul-lifting.

I like listening to music from my headphones.

It drowns out the voices yearning for perfection.

It's just me in a world of tunes,

Sifting through each musical chord and lyric.

I like to stare at rooftops; I imagine sitting on one

And screaming at the top of my lungs,

To my favorite song, of course,

Or probably reciting a poem I have written.

I like my eyes; their color can't be put in a bracket.

Sometimes black; in the sunlight, you can see streaks of something more.

I like my smell, most times of curry and spice.

When I spend time in the kitchen, cooking anything and everything,

Then I feel fulfilled, like a big woman.

Other times, either musk or wood bug; most times, OUD.

I like my art.

I like my soul.

I like my fingers that run through the pages of books,

Fiam fiam fiam.

I like the things that make me, Me.

And I get to appreciate all of that

When I sit in the dark,

Headset on,

Music at its peak.

I get to love me more.

I could lie that I love you,

But that doesn't matter.

Do you love you?