Confusion is strange,
Isn’t it?
One second
You’re sure of yourself,
Confidence bleeding through
Into every step.
The next, You’re hugging yourself,
Every insecurity highlighted,
Wanting to disappear
As everything you were sure of
Begins to unfocus.

Currently,
I’m trying to get back to
The first stage,
While drowning in the second.
Why didn’t you talk to me,
This Tuesday morning?
Why did you toss a bland
“Hello”
And walk away?

But now you acknowledge me?
When we’re forced to interact,
To share the same space?
Who told you to ignore me,
Who told you to stop?
Do you want to be around me,
Or has someone
Told you im too
Friendless
To leave?

I’m sitting alone,
Uncomfortable on this bench.
A painful ring in my right ear,
The sound of a fountain in my left.
I don’t know if I should come find you,
Or if I should just stay here,
The opposite of a burden
To you.
(For you are nothing of the sort to me.)
Because yesterday,
You were all that I had here.
And now?
It feels as though
I
Have
Nothing.