How Is It...? Poem by Ayisha Ibrahim

How is it
that i speak freely to you
that i fancy being with you
and yet
i pull back from your love?
How is it
that everything you say makes sense
and sounds true
and yet
i doubt your words?
How is it
that you seem genuine
that you look true
and yet
i fear your motives?
Are you for real?
Or just an illusion
sent to pay me back
for what i once did?
You confuse me beyond confusion
But how is it
that you never mattered untill now
that i never existed till today
and yet
as if we've known each other for ever
How is it...?