(P. b.)
Last night,
I dreamt of a story.
In this story,
I was the Aladdin of my fairy tale.
With a lamp in my hands;
Golden as the sun,
In the brightest of daylight.
With one smooth rub,
Appeared a floating genie;
And we all know how this story is going.
He was here to grant me,
Any three wishes of my choice.
Thinking long and hard,
I caught a glimpse of her reflection on the lamp;
Staring back at me,
With all the memories I wished to forget.
I just need one wish, genie;
Take away all my feelings.
With the despair of shock in his eyes,
He asked me, why?
But I didn't mind the disappointment in his tone.
If losing her, hurts this much.
I don't ever want to feel again.