Amnesia

I have wished for many things throughout my life. I believe that everyone does. But I have always liked to think that my wishes carry a specialty that only they can. The wish that I am about to make surpasses every other that have ever made.

I wished upon a star for a true true friend, and you were.

I wished that you would love me for who I was, and you did.

I wished that I wouldn’t fall in love with you.

After wishing for all these things, I felt pretty selfish. I asked you, “what do you wish?” You looked me in the eye and said, “I wish that you would trust me with the stories behind your scars.” Those words made me cry, and I loved you then because I thought that someone who was concerned about something so painful must truly love me. And I told you my stories.

I wished that you would kiss me, but I kept it a secret. That did not make any difference because you kissed me anyway.

I wished that we would always be together.

We went everywhere together, and it was amazing. People, even strangers, would smile when they saw us. At first I did not understand why, but I figured it out. We were best friends, and we were lovers, and people around us could feel that. Our energy threw sparks that lit faces with smiles and caught hearts on fire.

But fire is not something that you play with. I thought you knew that.

You didn’t.

I have one final wish to make. Even though it breaks my heart, it is for the best. I have to wish it so that I can mend and move on. So please, with you magic, make this final wish come true. I’ll thank you for it if I remember to.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia.

(Yes, this is inspired by the 5sos song...)

A True Persona

I have a heart that yearns for reckless abandon

A glowing passion

And dangerous love with no hesitation

A part of me hesitates with every decision

I can’t make a motion

Without calculated reason

My third side puts its confidence on

Head high, shoulders back, but I’m not a proud person

I’m just crazily committed to my mission

Revealing truth, that is my mission

A persona isn't a person

The true me exists in the pages I write on

Six Strings, One Voice

I have six strings.

I have one voice.

This pair is powerful; it speaks its own beat and style.

It is melody.

It is solo.

And though my six strings harmonize without my telling them to,

My voice is lonesome.

I long for harmony that blesses my voice, my life, my style,

And a love that sings louder than the music.