My thoughts after an exteremly confusing conversation.
My reflections on a certain person.

I’m confused

I’m confused, please let me know.
Why do you still ask if I’m okay?
Even the though the cut is healed and gone?
Though there’s still a scar, it doesn’t hurt.
So why do you check on me?
Why do you ask how my day was,
if there’s nothing there.

Like trying to find your way through
a giant fog, on a cloudy day.
It just doesn’t make sense.
I appreciate the hugs and all
the “I’m sorry.”

But why? Do you do those things?
I’m confused.

Why do you check for blood

On a wound that’s already healed.
How do you go around acting
cheerful and witty, like you always do
but on the inside you’re torn down like a
wind to a tree.

Why do you ask if I’m alright?
I still don’t understand.
Even weeks after it happened
and all the nice things you said to me.
Why do you stick around for me to talk to you?

Why is it so easy?
Just to stay and chatter with you all day?
Why does it feel like there’s nothing there?
Maybe because there isn’t.

But sometimes I wish there was.
I’m still confused in many ways
and on many days I try to confront
this confusion.

I thank you for all the hugs and smiles
and witty conversations.
I just wanted to let you know,
I’m here if you need to talk.
And to let you know that ‘I’m sorry’
means a lot.

Reviews are welcomed immensley.

Lillian