I never felt the need to explain
Maybe, to me it was natural
But to them it wasn’t
The time he kissed me
And I swear to God, it felt like heaven
Then I saw her
She wore a smile like the moon on a clear sky
And I couldn’t help but conjure up more metaphors
To describe how beautiful she was
The day she sat right beside me
I wanted to kiss her, too
But that isn’t right, now is it?
I never felt the need to explain
Neither to the world nor to myself
It was natural, wasn’t it?
Attraction pulled me like a dog on a leash
“Not natural at all”, he said to me
And the first time I felt not confusion but dismay
It wasn’t my job to make them feel
What was unnatural to them be the same for me
“Society kills people like you.”, he said
“It has always killed people who dared to love,” I said
“You’re just confused” I heard them say
“Maybe, I’m more clear on the issue”, I thought to myself
“No, this is disgusting.” He said
And I imagined kissing her
“What if I tell you that I hate you after this confession?” he said
“I only love you more” I said
“Why would you love someone who hates you?” he said
“Because, nothing angers anyone more than to receive love when they expect hate” I said
But I never needed the urge
To explain
Why I was attracted to him and her
So I kissed her
She kissed me back
I kissed him
He kissed me back

And there I realized
Some poems need to stop
Without explanations or ending
A sudden hiccup in a story
Ending with the word


About Bano

I’m trying to find a better introduction but since, I can’t? Hello, welcome to my blog. I decided to write after a series of therapy sessions and a very serious manic episode. This blog is a dedication to how I have evolved as a person. I might someday start a commercial blog but no right now. Everything posted here *in my broken grammar and shit English* is how I have turned out as a person. Anyways, that is it. Bye!

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