Erase it.
If anybody can, you can.
I have no right to wish you would. But I think you could.
I think if I were to lay in your arms, I would forget everyone who tore me up after you.
I think if I let myself see your face the way I used to, if I memorized your eyes again,
I think maybe I could lose all this.
What I felt when I knew you was pure.
And now
Now I feel like a river or a sea that's been churned black with oil,
Polluted,
Tainted.
I loved how complete my love was then, how clear.
Whether I was in pain or in joy, it had this... sacredness to it.
A clarity. A divinity.
Since then it feels like all anyone's done is graffiti the walls of the church of my soul,
Carve names and cross them out, tip over the pews and shatter the stained glass windows into little harsh rainbow shards on the ground.
There are scorch marks on the doors.
There are vines growing through the floorboards.
Erase it. Erase it all.
Make me new.
You are no angel, and I am no ******, but I don't want to be
Saved.
I want to be new.
I want you to make me remember how to believe.
I want to have faith in someone who actually deserves it.
The girl who knelt at your feet was so innocent, so awed.
She is dead, angel.
She died pure. But I remember her.
I remember her enough to wonder if she could haunt me a little, maybe touch my soul and wash it clean.
I want to be a blank slate, a clean page.
I want to be what I was when you were the first person I ever wanted to be close to.
And I am not naive-
I know that you are no angel, angel.
I know that I am no awestruck little girl.
But I think that if anyone could bring out the purity in me, it'd be you,
And if anyone could bring out the light in you, it'd be me.
I have no right to be wishing you'd erase these years,
All this dust that's gotten caked upon my heart.
But..
I've got to hope for something, don't you see?
I just want to forget.
I just want to be free.
I just want to be
New.