Poems...

She likes

She likes the fresh air, 
to kayak, to hike. 
She likes the way the sun shines, 
the way the wind moves the grass,
she likes the calmness, 
the wildness of the outdoors. 

She likes to dress up, 
to put on a front, 
to party. 
She likes the way 
the alcohol tastes, 
as it slides down her throat. 
She likes the feeling
of being apart of something
and yet nothing. 
She likes when the crowd around her, 
gets memorized by her. 
She likes the attention, 
but only when it's at parties. 
She likes the feeling of feeling alive, 
the feeling of being free. 

She likes books, 
she likes getting away from the world, 
from the people
and the places. 
She likes curling up in bed, 
her phone turned off 
for hours. 
She likes lounging around in a tshirt, 
She likes not being bothered. 
She likes the quiet, 
and she likes the warmth that
the bed holds for her. 

She likes being all three, 
all complex and complicated, 
she likes that it makes her 
to be her. 
She likes that no one will ever be able to understand it,
not even her somedays. 
She likes that she is not just one thing,
that she is multiple. 
She likes looking up at the moon, 
and knowing that no one 
is like her, 
no one understands but 
that's okay because 
the earth does, 
the moon does, 
and the sky does.