This isnt a poem

 just the lil things i likei  like  the  combination  of  black  and  white  ,i love my long skirts  i love black coffe i love writing and i love drawing and painting in extremely warm or extremely dark colors i love the morning i wish i was a morning person i love seeing passionate children i love buying plants cz i believe they live longer which gives me hope ,i love learning from other people i love when i tuck flowers behind my ear i love making people smile i love the human anatomy and i love art history i love honesty and i love pinky promises as i take them seriously i love strawberries i love going away for walks just to cry my eyes out in the the wild, i love candles and i love being offered a cigarette only after work,i love that i still have a tiny little shed and ounce of hope ,i like looking out the window on long car rides, i loved my cat but shes gone now, i love books ,sometimes films too, i love reading the book first then watching the movie and being disappointed that it isnt how i pictured it to be, i love listening, and im good at that or so i believe so, even if that means im not good at talking , i love using many metaphors while talking its just how my brain works and ill always be misunderstood but its okey ,as long as i understand others its fine ,i love daisies, and i love nice people, i love gentleness, i love outer space, and the moon, specially the stars ,if we all die and become stars ,then i must believe that our souls live in the stars. now i know why people look up to the sky when they think of someone they wish to see, i love the feeling when someone remembers that little thing i mentioned in that one conversation i had months ago is indescribable. Like oh, they actually listened to me?? and you actually kept that little piece of information stored in your memory for that long?? Really??,,i wish i could put flowers on graves that don’t have any because everyone deserves love even in the afterlife, i dont believe in afterlife but ok,i think it’s lovely to compliment people unexpectedly so whenever i’m talking with someone i take it upon myself to tell them what i love about them even tho i feel dumb doing so but that doesnt stop me, i love associating people i care about, in my head with a certain song or a scent or a flower i wish my superpower was to heal people,,i think about donating my body to the sick whos body is is failing them,
i hate myself 
i love poems
this isnt a poem.