I love the world.

I love to wake up and hate the smell of cigarette smoke,

Thinking that's where I'm going to go.

I love to feel the grass weave itself

Between my fingers.

I love the way the sky has turned gray,

Or the way it feels to fall in love with just existing

As an energy, cycling through the world.

I love to write poetry in the deafening silence

Of these four walls.

I love to look out my window at the midnight display

Of a million stars and the moon,

Longing to get a closer look.

I love to know that I am being myself,

I'm getting closer to showing the world my true colors

Every day, and

It's not an easy process.

I love that I notice all the details that

Everyone else neglects to pay attention to.

I love that I can write a poem about some things I love

Without regret.

You guys know poetry,

And what it ignites within me.

I love to sit on Tumblr,

Listen to hypnotically (screw you dictionary, this is a word..to me, at least) happy music and

Think about life,

It's not negative,

I like to just think about the world and

All of it's beauty and

Where life's taken me so far.

I love to be poetic.

- (m.m)