Dandelion

 

He thought, cutting ties would brought him peace a little bit

But it's the opposite 

He don't feel miserable or regret 

cuz he knows, what he did is right 

Now he starts to taste consequences from his action

It's predictable & he knew, this might happen 

But what to do, he did it 

However,

Whatever he is doing, it's for a greater cause

He is feeble but Allah helps him a lot

It's not that he uses religion card to clarify his action

He did seeking guidance before make the decision

He asked Allah if this is wise

An important matter in his life

Finally mustered his courage and came out with the rigid thinking

He did it after countless of contemplating 

They stand on different side

He exhausted and done with the "wait" 

Why can't he take a break? 

"I choose myself this time", he said

He was dumbfounded about everything 

What actually that he hope in his life?

What is his intention?

Is this his final dream?

Why can't he consider and hold on a little bit? 

He's so tired doing all these thinking 

Sometimes his heart uncontrollably pounding 

How can his weak self face this?

Can't start it fresh, instead, he screwed and finished

After a while, started to realize 

He's being too hard towards himself

The actions not solely because of him

But actually because of her 

He want to break free from blaming and frustration 

Either towards himself, 

her 

or fate 

He was constantly refraining from asking 

The question that she has no answer 

Don't want to keep faking the patience any longer 

Afraid he might hurt her loved one by his words 

Don't want her to feel burdened with constant pressure 

He want her to freely do whatever she wants and capable 

Do it because of herself 

Not because of anyone else

All he wants is letting her to take a breath 

and set her free again

He can take it all

But watching her from far is too painful 

No one understand

The amount of love is indescribable

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He took the steps forward and never look back

He thought the past is like dandelion that he can blow away 

and perish in the air

But he blows from the wrong wind direction 

It flew nowhere but towards himself

The petals now fall all over him 

and he weeps on his knees.