I LIKE YOU. And you’re wondering, why
that statement needed to be
in capitals, you’re
wondering why I need
to say it so loudly
But I like you. And it’s
a fact now, a mere statement
Because I like you the way I like myself,
Or the way I like poetry, I don’t quite
understand it, but I know
it makes me feel something.
Something which vaguely resembles Diwali night, or a rainy day with books.
Something which kind of reminds me of you.
I like you, and its not in a secret way, or a
Or a hush way
It’s in a scream this to the world way,
A does everyone know how good this feels way
I like you, and I never thought
I would say this, but