Inexplicable

Inexplicable

A Poem by Ink
"

I don't know really

"
I came by train, and only 3 people including me got off this station
I am not expecting this day to be any different
I wore the same jacket and sweater I had on yesterday
See, waking up today is such a huge effort for me

I stared at the empty bench just by the window,
maybe I should sit here? No one else would
that is lonely, this bench needs somebody
so I did

Not for long someone tap the window 
yes it was annoying but I turned to see who dared
And I met your gaze

I don't know who you were 
but I saw my best friend behind you waving at me
still I focused back on you and you just smiled
I stood and felt stupid but your tapping indicated you wanted me inside

I entered the lounge and felt warm air brush me
I shrugged my shoulders and then felt lighter 
My best friend hugged me and you shook my hand
"Your hands are cold" you didn't let go
"She is always cold! she's a winter baby" my friend interjected
finally you returned my hand

So how long have you been dating? I asked without pause
"Never!" you both said
What why?
"No one really had that impression before" you said
Oh yeah? well sorry about that
"It's fine, it's new" you said

Is this how things start?
Or maybe like the one before I am making it up?
See, that is the reason why my niceness has limits
I don't want to people to make assumptions 
on how I feel about them
because I see myself in them

I just wish my heart will stop
every nice things is always "Because you're special"
what if I am the only one nurturing this feelings?
my brain is definitely getting tired of this crap

"Are you ok?" not long you asked
yeah why?
"You're quiet"
I usually am, I don't really start conversations
"I noticed"
Is that...okay?
"As long as you're comfortable"

Stop being nice to me

© 2018 Ink


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