I Wish (lyrics)

I Wish (lyrics)

A Poem by Alaska

I wish that I couldn’t remember the feel of your hands;
the pressure of ten skeletal digits interlocked with mine.
Time was supposed to heal these wounds,
erase the memory of your betrayal,
but it only hardens and pulls me deeper into the waters off the shore in my mind.
This Nostalgia will be the death of me.
I can try to convince myself that I never fell in love with you,
remind myself that you don’t even recognize my existence anymore,
but what use does it do?
I wish, and I wish, and I wish…
I wish that I could just forget it all.
These ghost of my past lay with me at night,
hanging on my back when I’m alone,
evoking, provoking, humored by my weakness.
I’m crippled by this sickness, and no one will let up.
So how can I push myself back up?
This Nostalgia will be the death of me.
I can try to convince myself that I never fell in love with you,
remind myself that you don’t even recognize my existence anymore,
but what use does it do?
I wish, and I wish, and I wish…
I wish that I could just forget it all.
I shouldn’t still be this scarred,
or burdened by the decisions I made a year ago.
You left your knife in my back as you walked away,
and to this day I still hold it there with pride.
No, I shouldn’t be so ashamed of taking a stand and saying goodbye.
This Nostalgia will be the death of me.
I can try to convince myself that I never fell in love with you,
remind myself that you don’t even recognize my existence anymore,
but what use does it do?
I wish, and I wish, and I wish…
I wish that I could just forget it all.
I wish, and I wish, and I wish…
I wish that I could just forget it all.
I wish.
I wish.
I wish…

© 2012 Alaska


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Alaska
Alaska

Sunnydale, CA



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My name is Stephanie Lynn. Like the tragic phoenix, I am a creature of self-destruction. Writing has become both my only source of salvation, and my inevitable demise. more..

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