Hemorrhage

Why?
Why does it hurt?
Why?
Why must I bleed?
Why?
Why must I fake a smile?
Why?
Why did you leave?
Why?
Why did you snub my texts?
Why?
Why every moment?
Why?
Why are you in my mind?
Why?
Why do I even like you?

There is no valid answer,
for each of the questions,
but,
there may only be an answer,
for all the questions,
and the answer is you, FNhAR.

Petals

False pretense;
Acted strong,
Stood tall,
Spoke aloud,
Smiled wide,
Boasted around,
Laughed historically,
Walked through.

Truth?
None of the above.
But what lies below;

Inner rebel,
Hid low,
Random tears,
Silent mopping,
Mood swinging,
Standing still.

Yeap.
I've been here,
not an inch further,
from how I felt,
about you,
since forever.

Even forever,
seems short.

I wish,
to turn all these,
that I felt,
into petals,
to be sent to you,
and let you know,
that yes,
I've been here,
all along.

Forward

Alhamdulillah,
A confirmed staff;
Although it's a month away,
yet, their appreciation,
It's incomparable,
from the previous experiences,
It's true that they say,
experience truly teaches a person,
Grateful I am,
for the life that I'm having.
Though however,
this is where it actually starts,
I have to thrust forward,
full speed;
I'll contribute,
somehow,
I hope,
for Islam,
for my family,
for my nation.
In shaa Allah.