The Forbidden Love Story

Hurt

I hated him, I hate him until this day, even if it's been months since we've spoken, I still can't get you out of my mind. 

Every sad song, 

Even happy love songs make me think of you. 

I don't know what it is that sends me over the edge, 

the desire, 

the hurt, 

the anger that recoils whenever I hear his name. 

I'm usually so casual about these situations, but the hell he had put me through. The deep oceans that burst within me and so I've cried and cried

and kept my secrets down under, 

is finally starting to reach the surface, 

But what if I'm not ready? 

And what if I don't want to?

I have been ignoring him for 8 months and fate has a drastic way of putting my life in a cliche. 

I am lustful because I missed his voice, the way it sounded of velvet creams, 

I am hurt because he never once reached out for me, 

And I am angry because he doesn't look to be one piece as hurt as I am. 

But yet he wants to be in my life, yet he cannot be out of it. 

'Why?!' I cry, for the great God to hear me. 

'Ya Allah' I whisper, for He can only repair me.