Dejavu

It seems that it happened again,
What wrong have I done?

Ya Allah, save and protect,
those who were once,
close to me,
but had left,
and shut me out,
for who knows,
what reasons,
for all I know,
I wish for them,
to be happy,
to be blessed,
for all the kindness,
that they had given,
while our friendship lasted.

Amin.

Rupture

Sometimes I..
I wish I was cooler,
I wish I was calmer,
In your pursue,
We had a weird bond,
A bond that I have,
With none other,
Other than you.

I missed those times,
When we had an agreement,
Even arguments seem sweet,
Cos' those were times,
Which I miss most.

I regret not,
Having this feelings,
For you,
But I regret,
To not be given a chance,
To continue our weird bond,
As mere friends.

My heart,
It bleeds,
When the thoughts of you appear,
Slowly healing,
To an extent where,
It seems those wounds healing,
Causes more pain,
When it starts to bleed,
Time after time.

I miss you.

Wounds

Had a rather busy day on Friday, 7/3/2014.
Woke up early to catch a train to Serdang.
Headed to Melaka with a couple of pals.
Perhaps such a wrong, wrong day,
To be caught having diarrhoea,
Still made it through the day,
Had some awesome times with the pals,
Got tasks completed, just maybe, not one.
A week before convocation it seems.
It's difficult being oversized.
Especially getting fitted into formal clothing.
Listened to one of the most emotional sermon.
About how we're all related as one,
How some of us could still stand,
While the others were being tortured,
Off their own land.
Emotional indeed.
Little had it effected,
Onto the wounds.
Continued through the day and reached home,
Roughly around 8p.m.
No food on the table,
Decided to dine-out.
Randomly picked one eatery,
Placed the orders,
Looked around,
and saw HER.
Why? Why her?
With her family, she was dining.
I wondered up to now, did she notice me?
She still looked stunning, as ever,
Though actually, just a simple outfit,
T-shirt and a tracksuit.
As I looked at her,
Once awhile, while pretending to watch the television,
Where else, the television was rather just an excuse,
When her dad turns to look at me,
The thought of having her,
Just a few steps away,
Blew, with by the fact we're million miles apart,
When she in reality, ignores my existence.
Bleeding, I was left, alone.